Col. Giles Eleison

@eleison-difiori

[OC RP blog for Giles Eleison and his wife Claudia, who is waiting in England]

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INTRO

This is Colonel Giles Eleison of the Royal Army. Twenty-eight years old. You may interact or ask me a question.

[He seems like a charming man, at the very least. He is quite charismatic, but his smile always seems to have a strange air that comes with it. He has strong faith from the looks of it. He always carries around a bible and references it every so often. In long nights at camp he could be seen in his tent sipping on some wine. But ... He is much more overbearing and sadistic on the battlefield.]

Back home in England, I have a wife, Claudia. She is a sweet girl. And our child, Carol, as well. She was a mere seven months old when I left.

Why did I leave them? You see, this war, which started out from only a small rebellion —— it's interesting, no? So I want to be there, see the blood and violence for myself, and be truly entertained!

...? What about Claudia? Well, if you wish to ask her something as well ... You may.

— G. Eleison

#i might redo this intro um #amrev oc #amrev #oc rp

is it true ur a bottom

A what ? I don't quite understand .

Ooc//I saw this and wanted to do this too

Trauma candy salad!

Hi I'm Freddie and I was raised very harshly by my maternal grandparents until I was 10 and I brought classic Haribos :D

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eleison-difiori

Good evening ! My name is Giles Eleison . I was born off of my Father's grave sin of fornication . While he was forgiven, my mother was punished for her seduction of a holy man with death upon my birth . My father had done his best in raising me to be perfect and sinless (he was doing it for the sake of his own reputation, I came to know). I had no one else in my life other than my father and the Lord . But as a lad I was always quite a strange one, due to my sheltered youth, I was never quite social, nor did I find myself fancying any of the lesser sex. Then one day I had discovered something about myself that was truly repulsive . I found joy in the suffering of others . What kind of person like that is deserving of salvation ? How disgusting . My very existence is a sin . Though it is useless, I may as well repress this disgusting nature of mine as much as I can .

I brought with me Kit-Kats

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eleison-difiori

Midnight. Kenneth farmhouse, the kitchen.

One Claudia Eleison, the latest resident of the farm, stood leaning back on a counter with a glass of whiskey in hand. (The bottle was her's.) A small candle and the moonlight illuminated the scene.

A sigh.

She didn't believe anyone was awake, not at this hour. So Once this was done, she would just return to her shared room without having disturbed anyone . Or so she thought.

@thatoneschot @mabel-walsh @the-real-joseph-hayes

the-real-joseph-hayes

Quietly but cautiously, Joseph entered the kitchen. He had intended to grab a small midnight snack but was now faced with his lover's widow, claudia.

He put on his usual charming smile and strolled up to her

"Isn't it a tad late to be getting drunk, miss Eleison?"

eleison-difiori

She was greatly startled at the sudden sound of voice, even more so when she realized who was there.

"Mister Hayes. I'm sorry, did I disturb you?" She spoke with a bit of a cautious tone. Out of all the residents here, this man was the one she was least acquainted with.

the-real-joseph-hayes

"Oh not at all, Miss! My apologies for the scare though."

His eyes drifted towards the bottle, not judgmentally, but more so curiously. Wondering if there was any wine. If there was anything the man had learned from his time in the army (albeit not as a soldier), it was that alcohol seemed to be the easiest way to bond.

Perhaps, as long as she doesn't know the truth, things wouldn't end up being so awkward

eleison-difiori

"Well considering we both are awake now --- would you care to Join me and make conversation ?"

Although still unsure what to think of the man, she did have a slight curiosity regarding him. From how avoidant he seemed towards her when she first arrived. there was something else, too, but that was merely in the back of her mind at the moment.

the-real-joseph-hayes

"that sounds lovely."

He grabs a glass for himself from the cabinet, seeing as she already has her own, and pours himself some of the whiskey

There was a pause while they sipped their drinks

"so have you and your daughter gotten acclimated to life on the farm all right?"

eleison-difiori

"Carol feels right at home, as you may have seen. Lord knows that girl needed a change of environment." (And a male figure to look up to. Frederick could now be thanked for that.)

"As for me..." She organized her thoughts and glanced over to the man. "I am still adjusting, I suppose."

...

"If I be honest, I do feel as if I'm a bit of an outlier here."

the-real-joseph-hayes

He exhales quietly and smiles somberly

"I can certainly relate."

*Huffs a laugh then takes another sip of his drink*

"I've certainly found adjusting to be...ehh...easier said than done. Granted, it certainly beats sleeping in a war zone, but I know the struggle."

eleison-difiori

"Right. I couldn't even imagine what it must have been like. More so considering while such a thing was happening, I stayed behind in our home." Waiting, as a proper wife would.

"It is amusing to think that Giles preferred that to the simple home life."

She observed his expression, as if she were awaiting a reaction.

the-real-joseph-hayes

The man thought carefully of his next words upon the mention of Giles but couldn't help instantly averting eye contact as his gaze seemed to go from somber to...wistful. He prayed his subtly reddening cheeks were not obvious in the dim lighting of the room as his mind wandered to their 'escapades'

"*ahem* u-uh...yes well, Giles always was a bit of a er... 'strange one'. A wonderful drinking partner, very sociable with enough alcohol in his system but *chuckles* has Frederick ever mentioned how he was right after a battle?"

Immediately he regretted asking this question because of COURSE he hadn't! And now Joseph had just obviously saddled himself with informing a woman of how her late husband used to walk through camp covered in blood. Joseph found it charming and attractive...because he had a LOT of problems but this would surely horrify the poor widow. God conversation was so much easier back home.

eleison-difiori

She raised a brow at that reaction. The man was strange, she thought.

"He did not." That piqued her interest. She would always hear of her late husband from Frederick.

With her, he was a cold and distant man. With Frederick, he was apparently a lively drinking companion and friend.

What Giles Eleison did Joseph Hayes know? She wondered.

the-real-joseph-hayes

lie, LIE, LIE!

The man went to nervously take another sip of his drink just to find his glass empty. So much for the 'liquid courage'.

"W-well...I suppose I'd describe him as...boisterous? post-battle, I mean. Always eager to celebrate a victorious fight!" (Whilst laughing about the brutal slaughter of his foes...)

"I, myself, was never on the field. But according to my sister; he was a valiant fighter and brilliant strategist!" (And very determined to 'leave no rebel alive'..)

"I cared quite deeply for him." He added, though it was much quieter and something about the way he said it sounded so fond.

Like a fool, avoiding eye contact, or even looking in Claudia's general direction most of the time he spoke, was allowing his mind to wander and reminisce and it seemed almost like he was forgetting that he was supposed to be keeping up an act to feign innocence. From the small, but still obvious smile, to the way his brows furrowed and turned up. And the blush. He looked absolutely smitten.

eleison-difiori

She observed his theatrics with much curiosity and amusement, to say the least.

But. That small, quiet statement. It genuinely did surprise her.

"Did you, now?"

Although the true extent of that "care" was unknown to her... That look. That fond expression he had. You know it, don't you? She shook off those thoughts. That intuition of hers.

"Hm." A chuckle. "He leaves his wife and daughter so suddenly and in his seven years of absence he instead gives his companionship to his fellow men. I swear, I'll never understand him."

the-real-joseph-hayes

At the 'did you now?' It was like he snapped back into focus and suddenly his blush became a blush of embarrassment as he chuckled anxiously, pouring himself a bit more whiskey and taking a sip before acknowledging her second statement

"Yes, he certainly had his oddities. I'm terribly sorry he wasn't there for you though."

eleison-difiori

That made her smile now. Such reassurance was something she truly needed.

"I wonder why you seemed so avoidant towards me when I first arrived ... Well. Would you care to tell me more about those oddities of his?"

eleison-difiori

Midnight. Kenneth farmhouse, the kitchen.

One Claudia Eleison, the latest resident of the farm, stood leaning back on a counter with a glass of whiskey in hand. (The bottle was her's.) A small candle and the moonlight illuminated the scene.

A sigh.

She didn't believe anyone was awake, not at this hour. So Once this was done, she would just return to her shared room without having disturbed anyone . Or so she thought.

@thatoneschot @mabel-walsh @the-real-joseph-hayes

Frederick appeared in the doorway, his expression a tired one as he saw the wife of his drinking companion.

"What may be the reason for you being awake at such an hour?"

He asked with a seemingly never ending gentle smile as he leaned against the counter next to her

eleison-difiori

She was startled at his sudden appearance. It was still quite nerve-wracking to suddenly be around so many new faces, after all.

"Ah ! Sir Kenneth. Forgive me, I hope I didn't disturb Smith, too ."

Although unknowing of the true nature of the two's relationship, she knew they were close.

"Er ... I simply needed a moment to myself. It became sort of a routine back home, you see."

"No need to worry, Jonathan usually sleeps hardly disturbed." He reassured her with a gentle and slightly fond smile. He seemed to get that expression often when he thinks about the man

"Also, please, call me Frederick. It is quite odd to be referred to as 'Sir Kenneth' within my own home by one who also lives here" he offered her "needing a moment of peace is quite understandable, I needed such also quite often during the war, drunk or not" he reassured her with a chuckle, the memory of drinking together with men such as Giles and Henry seemed quite silly for him now

eleison-difiori

"Right. Thank you."

A smile creeped up to her face as well. Well at least among all the newer faces, she seemed to trust Frederick and Mabel the most.

"Yes, you mentioned you were drinking companions, yes? It still sounds a bit absurd to me and all. Back then that man wouldn't even touch a glass of alcohol !" She lightly giggled

"War has the tendency to change people, miss. He and I grew quite close during the war, too, despite him being of a superior rank to me." He told the woman with a light smile at the fond memories he gathered with her late husband while they both were inebriated

"The image of him, who was quite fond of an excess amount of wine, not touching alcohol seems absurd to me. Did he truly?" He asked with genuine amusement and curiosity in his voice.

eleison-difiori

A breath left her in amusement. "The Giles you described to Carol and I is completely different from the man I knew and was married to." Swirling the glass around a bit, she raised her head and glanced at Frederick. "You speak of a man so lively and dutiful in his endeavors as a colonel, however all I knew of Giles Eleison was that quiet distant man, ever so firm in his faith and desperate to steer away from "sin." ...

"Like I have said, war and the atmosphere in the camps has the tendency to change people." He said with a small huff of amusement

"In addition, I mainly knew the man in a drunken state, but he did seem quite lively. Inebriated or not." He said with a toughtful expression on his face.

"I do not know of his faith, only what he has told me, but by the last time I have seen him, he seemed quite lively and seemed to have more of a loose attitude to his faith... at least fron what he seemed like" he told the woman, for he felt she deserved to know another side of her husband.

"He did try to persuade me to find a wife early in our aquaintanceship, though" he remembered with a quiet laugh, cautious to not wake the other people in the house.

eleison-difiori

She let out a gentle laugh. "Did he now?"

It seems she's calmed down a considerable amount now. She never really understood her husband (and now, the opportunity is completely lost), but Frederick seems a truly kind man.

"Well I assume you didn't take his word, then. You don't have a wife yet, no?" Yet.

"No, I didn't. I also do not plan, for I am quite content living here as a bachelor with my family and friends. And Jonathan"

His face seemed to redden a little bit at the thought of his closest friend.

"I can imagine Carol misses her father. I had lost my mother as a child, only a wee bit older than her, and I certainly miss her a lot." He changed the topic, his voice turning a bit worried for the child he almost views as a niece

eleison-difiori

"Oh. Is that so? I see. My condolences to your mother. I couldn't even imagine what would become of me if I had lost mine at such an age." She smiles though, at the thought of her daughter, currently sleeping soundly in her room. "I appreciate your concern for her. Although despite how nice it is to imagine she misses him as his daughter, the girl barely knew him. Your words and mine have truly been all she knows of him." And now the opportunity for her to get to know her father is forever lost.

She thought back to Frederick's first statement. The idea was nice, she thought. Living like this without having to worry about such a thing as marriage, but...

"Do you not feel guilty?"

Tone unassertive and unconfronting. She spoke as if she were speaking to herself, almost.

"Guilty of what? I would admittedly feel more guilty were I away from my family"

He asked, genuinely confused. He does not see a reason to be guilty, at least not if he ignored his actions he had done on the battlefield. But those were necessary for the fight.

eleison-difiori

"For not marrying a woman."

... The air changed very quickly. Claudia had a sullen expression as she turned away. The question was with no ill will towards Frederick. It just.. came out.

"I do not suppose why I should feel guilty, for I rather would remain a bachelor as long as I do not hurt my wife"

Frederick said with a curious huff. It was half the truth. He would marry a woman, if he were capable of loving a woman. But Claudia shouldn't need to know such

"What has triggered such a question if I might ask?" Has asked her curiously with his eyes reflecting the same curiosity that is to be found in his voice and also a slight trace of concern and..... guilt?

eleison-difiori

"I——" she paused for a moment as she realized what she said. "Forgive me. I spoke without thinking."

Without much thought, she took another sip and fixed her gaze to the floor.

"It's quite unthinkable. for me. at the very least." She would think back to her father who would always tell her to find a husband. And to Giles, who was eager to marry as well.

"No need to ask on my forgiveness, for i have not minded the question. 'Tis peculiar that i have not married yet, that be true, but I have not seen the necessity in it yet" plus, he very well knew who he would like to marry, but society may hang both him and the man he shall wish to call his husband should they attempt a proper marriage

"It was unthinkable for me too for a long time" he said with an empathetic and good-hearted laugh "but some people, nay, one person has taught me that there be much more to life than marriage." He told the woman with a gentle and encouraging smile

eleison-difiori

Her grip on the glass stiffened a bit. Her thoughts to that statement were very much mixed. Slowly, she turned her head and faced the man again, with slight curiosity.

"Is it, now ?"

"Yes, it is. When I went to england to study, I had hoped to find a wife to rid me of plaguings of mine. But instead, I have found a very dear friend and a love for tailoring. This friend has also accompanied me throughout the war." He told the woman with a slightly nostalgic and very fond look in his eyes, almost bordering on care or love

"For me, life is about my family. My sister and my father, but also the family I gained over the course of the war. 'Tis also about finding a home, a place where I feel I can be myself and where I can forge myself a place in society." He told the woman calmly

eleison-difiori

"Ah, a similar happening to mine. My father had once brought me along with him to Germany in hopes that I would find a husband among the nobles." ... Claudia paused as she thought some more. A dear friend. She seemed to frown a bit, from a certain memory.

"Giles found me there."

...

"By friend, you speak of Smith, no? You two certainly are close. It's admirable." The corners of her lips quirked up in a somber smile.

...

She continued to listen as he spoke. His words were certainly reassuring, something someone especially like her would need to hear, and yet she seemed to be getting lost in her own thoughts at the moment.

"He has told me, in a drunken state. I have been raised there, but I hardly have fond memories of that place... nevermind, 'tis not about me" he said with a shake of his head and began to smile his signature reassuring smile

"Yes, I speak of Smith. Him and I certainly have a...." he prayed she couldn't see the redden of his cheeks "... special bond. Him and I grew quite close during the war" he told her with a smile which mirrored quite the fondness

eleison-difiori

Despite that, her thoughts were still with Germany. With the foolish mistakes she had made in her youth.

Really, I mustn't think of it any longer.

She had to put her mind off of it, so, "Would you care to tell me more of your friendship with him, if you would not mind?" Even if it's just a way for her to numb her mind, like the whiskey.

eleison-difiori

Midnight. Kenneth farmhouse, the kitchen.

One Claudia Eleison, the latest resident of the farm, stood leaning back on a counter with a glass of whiskey in hand. (The bottle was her's.) A small candle and the moonlight illuminated the scene.

A sigh.

She didn't believe anyone was awake, not at this hour. So Once this was done, she would just return to her shared room without having disturbed anyone . Or so she thought.

@thatoneschot @mabel-walsh @the-real-joseph-hayes

the-real-joseph-hayes

Quietly but cautiously, Joseph entered the kitchen. He had intended to grab a small midnight snack but was now faced with his lover's widow, claudia.

He put on his usual charming smile and strolled up to her

"Isn't it a tad late to be getting drunk, miss Eleison?"

eleison-difiori

She was greatly startled at the sudden sound of voice, even more so when she realized who was there.

"Mister Hayes. I'm sorry, did I disturb you?" She spoke with a bit of a cautious tone. Out of all the residents here, this man was the one she was least acquainted with.

the-real-joseph-hayes

"Oh not at all, Miss! My apologies for the scare though."

His eyes drifted towards the bottle, not judgmentally, but more so curiously. Wondering if there was any wine. If there was anything the man had learned from his time in the army (albeit not as a soldier), it was that alcohol seemed to be the easiest way to bond.

Perhaps, as long as she doesn't know the truth, things wouldn't end up being so awkward

eleison-difiori

"Well considering we both are awake now --- would you care to Join me and make conversation ?"

Although still unsure what to think of the man, she did have a slight curiosity regarding him. From how avoidant he seemed towards her when she first arrived. there was something else, too, but that was merely in the back of her mind at the moment.

the-real-joseph-hayes

"that sounds lovely."

He grabs a glass for himself from the cabinet, seeing as she already has her own, and pours himself some of the whiskey

There was a pause while they sipped their drinks

"so have you and your daughter gotten acclimated to life on the farm all right?"

eleison-difiori

"Carol feels right at home, as you may have seen. Lord knows that girl needed a change of environment." (And a male figure to look up to. Frederick could now be thanked for that.)

"As for me..." She organized her thoughts and glanced over to the man. "I am still adjusting, I suppose."

...

"If I be honest, I do feel as if I'm a bit of an outlier here."

the-real-joseph-hayes

He exhales quietly and smiles somberly

"I can certainly relate."

*Huffs a laugh then takes another sip of his drink*

"I've certainly found adjusting to be...ehh...easier said than done. Granted, it certainly beats sleeping in a war zone, but I know the struggle."

eleison-difiori

"Right. I couldn't even imagine what it must have been like. More so considering while such a thing was happening, I stayed behind in our home." Waiting, as a proper wife would.

"It is amusing to think that Giles preferred that to the simple home life."

She observed his expression, as if she were awaiting a reaction.

the-real-joseph-hayes

The man thought carefully of his next words upon the mention of Giles but couldn't help instantly averting eye contact as his gaze seemed to go from somber to...wistful. He prayed his subtly reddening cheeks were not obvious in the dim lighting of the room as his mind wandered to their 'escapades'

"*ahem* u-uh...yes well, Giles always was a bit of a er... 'strange one'. A wonderful drinking partner, very sociable with enough alcohol in his system but *chuckles* has Frederick ever mentioned how he was right after a battle?"

Immediately he regretted asking this question because of COURSE he hadn't! And now Joseph had just obviously saddled himself with informing a woman of how her late husband used to walk through camp covered in blood. Joseph found it charming and attractive...because he had a LOT of problems but this would surely horrify the poor widow. God conversation was so much easier back home.

eleison-difiori

She raised a brow at that reaction. The man was strange, she thought.

"He did not." That piqued her interest. She would always hear of her late husband from Frederick.

With her, he was a cold and distant man. With Frederick, he was apparently a lively drinking companion and friend.

What Giles Eleison did Joseph Hayes know? She wondered.

the-real-joseph-hayes

lie, LIE, LIE!

The man went to nervously take another sip of his drink just to find his glass empty. So much for the 'liquid courage'.

"W-well...I suppose I'd describe him as...boisterous? post-battle, I mean. Always eager to celebrate a victorious fight!" (Whilst laughing about the brutal slaughter of his foes...)

"I, myself, was never on the field. But according to my sister; he was a valiant fighter and brilliant strategist!" (And very determined to 'leave no rebel alive'..)

"I cared quite deeply for him." He added, though it was much quieter and something about the way he said it sounded so fond.

Like a fool, avoiding eye contact, or even looking in Claudia's general direction most of the time he spoke, was allowing his mind to wander and reminisce and it seemed almost like he was forgetting that he was supposed to be keeping up an act to feign innocence. From the small, but still obvious smile, to the way his brows furrowed and turned up. And the blush. He looked absolutely smitten.

eleison-difiori

She observed his theatrics with much curiosity and amusement, to say the least.

But. That small, quiet statement. It genuinely did surprise her.

"Did you, now?"

Although the true extent of that "care" was unknown to her... That look. That fond expression he had. You know it, don't you? She shook off those thoughts. That intuition of hers.

"Hm." A chuckle. "He leaves his wife and daughter so suddenly and in his seven years of absence he instead gives his companionship to his fellow men. I swear, I'll never understand him."

eleison-difiori

Midnight. Kenneth farmhouse, the kitchen.

One Claudia Eleison, the latest resident of the farm, stood leaning back on a counter with a glass of whiskey in hand. (The bottle was her's.) A small candle and the moonlight illuminated the scene.

A sigh.

She didn't believe anyone was awake, not at this hour. So Once this was done, she would just return to her shared room without having disturbed anyone . Or so she thought.

@thatoneschot @mabel-walsh @the-real-joseph-hayes

Frederick appeared in the doorway, his expression a tired one as he saw the wife of his drinking companion.

"What may be the reason for you being awake at such an hour?"

He asked with a seemingly never ending gentle smile as he leaned against the counter next to her

eleison-difiori

She was startled at his sudden appearance. It was still quite nerve-wracking to suddenly be around so many new faces, after all.

"Ah ! Sir Kenneth. Forgive me, I hope I didn't disturb Smith, too ."

Although unknowing of the true nature of the two's relationship, she knew they were close.

"Er ... I simply needed a moment to myself. It became sort of a routine back home, you see."

"No need to worry, Jonathan usually sleeps hardly disturbed." He reassured her with a gentle and slightly fond smile. He seemed to get that expression often when he thinks about the man

"Also, please, call me Frederick. It is quite odd to be referred to as 'Sir Kenneth' within my own home by one who also lives here" he offered her "needing a moment of peace is quite understandable, I needed such also quite often during the war, drunk or not" he reassured her with a chuckle, the memory of drinking together with men such as Giles and Henry seemed quite silly for him now

eleison-difiori

"Right. Thank you."

A smile creeped up to her face as well. Well at least among all the newer faces, she seemed to trust Frederick and Mabel the most.

"Yes, you mentioned you were drinking companions, yes? It still sounds a bit absurd to me and all. Back then that man wouldn't even touch a glass of alcohol !" She lightly giggled

"War has the tendency to change people, miss. He and I grew quite close during the war, too, despite him being of a superior rank to me." He told the woman with a light smile at the fond memories he gathered with her late husband while they both were inebriated

"The image of him, who was quite fond of an excess amount of wine, not touching alcohol seems absurd to me. Did he truly?" He asked with genuine amusement and curiosity in his voice.

eleison-difiori

A breath left her in amusement. "The Giles you described to Carol and I is completely different from the man I knew and was married to." Swirling the glass around a bit, she raised her head and glanced at Frederick. "You speak of a man so lively and dutiful in his endeavors as a colonel, however all I knew of Giles Eleison was that quiet distant man, ever so firm in his faith and desperate to steer away from "sin." ...

"Like I have said, war and the atmosphere in the camps has the tendency to change people." He said with a small huff of amusement

"In addition, I mainly knew the man in a drunken state, but he did seem quite lively. Inebriated or not." He said with a toughtful expression on his face.

"I do not know of his faith, only what he has told me, but by the last time I have seen him, he seemed quite lively and seemed to have more of a loose attitude to his faith... at least fron what he seemed like" he told the woman, for he felt she deserved to know another side of her husband.

"He did try to persuade me to find a wife early in our aquaintanceship, though" he remembered with a quiet laugh, cautious to not wake the other people in the house.

eleison-difiori

She let out a gentle laugh. "Did he now?"

It seems she's calmed down a considerable amount now. She never really understood her husband (and now, the opportunity is completely lost), but Frederick seems a truly kind man.

"Well I assume you didn't take his word, then. You don't have a wife yet, no?" Yet.

"No, I didn't. I also do not plan, for I am quite content living here as a bachelor with my family and friends. And Jonathan"

His face seemed to redden a little bit at the thought of his closest friend.

"I can imagine Carol misses her father. I had lost my mother as a child, only a wee bit older than her, and I certainly miss her a lot." He changed the topic, his voice turning a bit worried for the child he almost views as a niece

eleison-difiori

"Oh. Is that so? I see. My condolences to your mother. I couldn't even imagine what would become of me if I had lost mine at such an age." She smiles though, at the thought of her daughter, currently sleeping soundly in her room. "I appreciate your concern for her. Although despite how nice it is to imagine she misses him as his daughter, the girl barely knew him. Your words and mine have truly been all she knows of him." And now the opportunity for her to get to know her father is forever lost.

She thought back to Frederick's first statement. The idea was nice, she thought. Living like this without having to worry about such a thing as marriage, but...

"Do you not feel guilty?"

Tone unassertive and unconfronting. She spoke as if she were speaking to herself, almost.

"Guilty of what? I would admittedly feel more guilty were I away from my family"

He asked, genuinely confused. He does not see a reason to be guilty, at least not if he ignored his actions he had done on the battlefield. But those were necessary for the fight.

eleison-difiori

"For not marrying a woman."

... The air changed very quickly. Claudia had a sullen expression as she turned away. The question was with no ill will towards Frederick. It just.. came out.

"I do not suppose why I should feel guilty, for I rather would remain a bachelor as long as I do not hurt my wife"

Frederick said with a curious huff. It was half the truth. He would marry a woman, if he were capable of loving a woman. But Claudia shouldn't need to know such

"What has triggered such a question if I might ask?" Has asked her curiously with his eyes reflecting the same curiosity that is to be found in his voice and also a slight trace of concern and..... guilt?

eleison-difiori

"I——" she paused for a moment as she realized what she said. "Forgive me. I spoke without thinking."

Without much thought, she took another sip and fixed her gaze to the floor.

"It's quite unthinkable. for me. at the very least." She would think back to her father who would always tell her to find a husband. And to Giles, who was eager to marry as well.

"No need to ask on my forgiveness, for i have not minded the question. 'Tis peculiar that i have not married yet, that be true, but I have not seen the necessity in it yet" plus, he very well knew who he would like to marry, but society may hang both him and the man he shall wish to call his husband should they attempt a proper marriage

"It was unthinkable for me too for a long time" he said with an empathetic and good-hearted laugh "but some people, nay, one person has taught me that there be much more to life than marriage." He told the woman with a gentle and encouraging smile

eleison-difiori

Her grip on the glass stiffened a bit. Her thoughts to that statement were very much mixed. Slowly, she turned her head and faced the man again, with slight curiosity.

"Is it, now ?"

"Yes, it is. When I went to england to study, I had hoped to find a wife to rid me of plaguings of mine. But instead, I have found a very dear friend and a love for tailoring. This friend has also accompanied me throughout the war." He told the woman with a slightly nostalgic and very fond look in his eyes, almost bordering on care or love

"For me, life is about my family. My sister and my father, but also the family I gained over the course of the war. 'Tis also about finding a home, a place where I feel I can be myself and where I can forge myself a place in society." He told the woman calmly

eleison-difiori

"Ah, a similar happening to mine. My father had once brought me along with him to Germany in hopes that I would find a husband among the nobles." ... Claudia paused as she thought some more. A dear friend. She seemed to frown a bit, from a certain memory.

"Giles found me there."

...

"By friend, you speak of Smith, no? You two certainly are close. It's admirable." The corners of her lips quirked up in a somber smile.

...

She continued to listen as he spoke. His words were certainly reassuring, something someone especially like her would need to hear, and yet she seemed to be getting lost in her own thoughts at the moment.

eleison-difiori

Midnight. Kenneth farmhouse, the kitchen.

One Claudia Eleison, the latest resident of the farm, stood leaning back on a counter with a glass of whiskey in hand. (The bottle was her's.) A small candle and the moonlight illuminated the scene.

A sigh.

She didn't believe anyone was awake, not at this hour. So Once this was done, she would just return to her shared room without having disturbed anyone . Or so she thought.

@thatoneschot @mabel-walsh @the-real-joseph-hayes

Frederick appeared in the doorway, his expression a tired one as he saw the wife of his drinking companion.

"What may be the reason for you being awake at such an hour?"

He asked with a seemingly never ending gentle smile as he leaned against the counter next to her

eleison-difiori

She was startled at his sudden appearance. It was still quite nerve-wracking to suddenly be around so many new faces, after all.

"Ah ! Sir Kenneth. Forgive me, I hope I didn't disturb Smith, too ."

Although unknowing of the true nature of the two's relationship, she knew they were close.

"Er ... I simply needed a moment to myself. It became sort of a routine back home, you see."

"No need to worry, Jonathan usually sleeps hardly disturbed." He reassured her with a gentle and slightly fond smile. He seemed to get that expression often when he thinks about the man

"Also, please, call me Frederick. It is quite odd to be referred to as 'Sir Kenneth' within my own home by one who also lives here" he offered her "needing a moment of peace is quite understandable, I needed such also quite often during the war, drunk or not" he reassured her with a chuckle, the memory of drinking together with men such as Giles and Henry seemed quite silly for him now

eleison-difiori

"Right. Thank you."

A smile creeped up to her face as well. Well at least among all the newer faces, she seemed to trust Frederick and Mabel the most.

"Yes, you mentioned you were drinking companions, yes? It still sounds a bit absurd to me and all. Back then that man wouldn't even touch a glass of alcohol !" She lightly giggled

"War has the tendency to change people, miss. He and I grew quite close during the war, too, despite him being of a superior rank to me." He told the woman with a light smile at the fond memories he gathered with her late husband while they both were inebriated

"The image of him, who was quite fond of an excess amount of wine, not touching alcohol seems absurd to me. Did he truly?" He asked with genuine amusement and curiosity in his voice.

eleison-difiori

A breath left her in amusement. "The Giles you described to Carol and I is completely different from the man I knew and was married to." Swirling the glass around a bit, she raised her head and glanced at Frederick. "You speak of a man so lively and dutiful in his endeavors as a colonel, however all I knew of Giles Eleison was that quiet distant man, ever so firm in his faith and desperate to steer away from "sin." ...

"Like I have said, war and the atmosphere in the camps has the tendency to change people." He said with a small huff of amusement

"In addition, I mainly knew the man in a drunken state, but he did seem quite lively. Inebriated or not." He said with a toughtful expression on his face.

"I do not know of his faith, only what he has told me, but by the last time I have seen him, he seemed quite lively and seemed to have more of a loose attitude to his faith... at least fron what he seemed like" he told the woman, for he felt she deserved to know another side of her husband.

"He did try to persuade me to find a wife early in our aquaintanceship, though" he remembered with a quiet laugh, cautious to not wake the other people in the house.

eleison-difiori

She let out a gentle laugh. "Did he now?"

It seems she's calmed down a considerable amount now. She never really understood her husband (and now, the opportunity is completely lost), but Frederick seems a truly kind man.

"Well I assume you didn't take his word, then. You don't have a wife yet, no?" Yet.

"No, I didn't. I also do not plan, for I am quite content living here as a bachelor with my family and friends. And Jonathan"

His face seemed to redden a little bit at the thought of his closest friend.

"I can imagine Carol misses her father. I had lost my mother as a child, only a wee bit older than her, and I certainly miss her a lot." He changed the topic, his voice turning a bit worried for the child he almost views as a niece

eleison-difiori

"Oh. Is that so? I see. My condolences to your mother. I couldn't even imagine what would become of me if I had lost mine at such an age." She smiles though, at the thought of her daughter, currently sleeping soundly in her room. "I appreciate your concern for her. Although despite how nice it is to imagine she misses him as his daughter, the girl barely knew him. Your words and mine have truly been all she knows of him." And now the opportunity for her to get to know her father is forever lost.

She thought back to Frederick's first statement. The idea was nice, she thought. Living like this without having to worry about such a thing as marriage, but...

"Do you not feel guilty?"

Tone unassertive and unconfronting. She spoke as if she were speaking to herself, almost.

"Guilty of what? I would admittedly feel more guilty were I away from my family"

He asked, genuinely confused. He does not see a reason to be guilty, at least not if he ignored his actions he had done on the battlefield. But those were necessary for the fight.

eleison-difiori

"For not marrying a woman."

... The air changed very quickly. Claudia had a sullen expression as she turned away. The question was with no ill will towards Frederick. It just.. came out.

"I do not suppose why I should feel guilty, for I rather would remain a bachelor as long as I do not hurt my wife"

Frederick said with a curious huff. It was half the truth. He would marry a woman, if he were capable of loving a woman. But Claudia shouldn't need to know such

"What has triggered such a question if I might ask?" Has asked her curiously with his eyes reflecting the same curiosity that is to be found in his voice and also a slight trace of concern and..... guilt?

eleison-difiori

"I——" she paused for a moment as she realized what she said. "Forgive me. I spoke without thinking."

Without much thought, she took another sip and fixed her gaze to the floor.

"It's quite unthinkable. for me. at the very least." She would think back to her father who would always tell her to find a husband. And to Giles, who was eager to marry as well.

"No need to ask on my forgiveness, for i have not minded the question. 'Tis peculiar that i have not married yet, that be true, but I have not seen the necessity in it yet" plus, he very well knew who he would like to marry, but society may hang both him and the man he shall wish to call his husband should they attempt a proper marriage

"It was unthinkable for me too for a long time" he said with an empathetic and good-hearted laugh "but some people, nay, one person has taught me that there be much more to life than marriage." He told the woman with a gentle and encouraging smile

eleison-difiori

Her grip on the glass stiffened a bit. Her thoughts to that statement were very much mixed. Slowly, she turned her head and faced the man again, with slight curiosity.

"Is it, now ?"

eleison-difiori

Midnight. Kenneth farmhouse, the kitchen.

One Claudia Eleison, the latest resident of the farm, stood leaning back on a counter with a glass of whiskey in hand. (The bottle was her's.) A small candle and the moonlight illuminated the scene.

A sigh.

She didn't believe anyone was awake, not at this hour. So Once this was done, she would just return to her shared room without having disturbed anyone . Or so she thought.

@thatoneschot @mabel-walsh @the-real-joseph-hayes

the-real-joseph-hayes

Quietly but cautiously, Joseph entered the kitchen. He had intended to grab a small midnight snack but was now faced with his lover's widow, claudia.

He put on his usual charming smile and strolled up to her

"Isn't it a tad late to be getting drunk, miss Eleison?"

eleison-difiori

She was greatly startled at the sudden sound of voice, even more so when she realized who was there.

"Mister Hayes. I'm sorry, did I disturb you?" She spoke with a bit of a cautious tone. Out of all the residents here, this man was the one she was least acquainted with.

the-real-joseph-hayes

"Oh not at all, Miss! My apologies for the scare though."

His eyes drifted towards the bottle, not judgmentally, but more so curiously. Wondering if there was any wine. If there was anything the man had learned from his time in the army (albeit not as a soldier), it was that alcohol seemed to be the easiest way to bond.

Perhaps, as long as she doesn't know the truth, things wouldn't end up being so awkward

eleison-difiori

"Well considering we both are awake now --- would you care to Join me and make conversation ?"

Although still unsure what to think of the man, she did have a slight curiosity regarding him. From how avoidant he seemed towards her when she first arrived. there was something else, too, but that was merely in the back of her mind at the moment.

the-real-joseph-hayes

"that sounds lovely."

He grabs a glass for himself from the cabinet, seeing as she already has her own, and pours himself some of the whiskey

There was a pause while they sipped their drinks

"so have you and your daughter gotten acclimated to life on the farm all right?"

eleison-difiori

"Carol feels right at home, as you may have seen. Lord knows that girl needed a change of environment." (And a male figure to look up to. Frederick could now be thanked for that.)

"As for me..." She organized her thoughts and glanced over to the man. "I am still adjusting, I suppose."

...

"If I be honest, I do feel as if I'm a bit of an outlier here."

the-real-joseph-hayes

He exhales quietly and smiles somberly

"I can certainly relate."

*Huffs a laugh then takes another sip of his drink*

"I've certainly found adjusting to be...ehh...easier said than done. Granted, it certainly beats sleeping in a war zone, but I know the struggle."

eleison-difiori

"Right. I couldn't even imagine what it must have been like. More so considering while such a thing was happening, I stayed behind in our home." Waiting, as a proper wife would.

"It is amusing to think that Giles preferred that to the simple home life."

She observed his expression, as if she were awaiting a reaction.

the-real-joseph-hayes

The man thought carefully of his next words upon the mention of Giles but couldn't help instantly averting eye contact as his gaze seemed to go from somber to...wistful. He prayed his subtly reddening cheeks were not obvious in the dim lighting of the room as his mind wandered to their 'escapades'

"*ahem* u-uh...yes well, Giles always was a bit of a er... 'strange one'. A wonderful drinking partner, very sociable with enough alcohol in his system but *chuckles* has Frederick ever mentioned how he was right after a battle?"

Immediately he regretted asking this question because of COURSE he hadn't! And now Joseph had just obviously saddled himself with informing a woman of how her late husband used to walk through camp covered in blood. Joseph found it charming and attractive...because he had a LOT of problems but this would surely horrify the poor widow. God conversation was so much easier back home.

eleison-difiori

She raised a brow at that reaction. The man was strange, she thought.

"He did not." That piqued her interest. She would always hear of her late husband from Frederick.

With her, he was a cold and distant man. With Frederick, he was apparently a lively drinking companion and friend.

What Giles Eleison did Joseph Hayes know? She wondered.

eleison-difiori

Midnight. Kenneth farmhouse, the kitchen.

One Claudia Eleison, the latest resident of the farm, stood leaning back on a counter with a glass of whiskey in hand. (The bottle was her's.) A small candle and the moonlight illuminated the scene.

A sigh.

She didn't believe anyone was awake, not at this hour. So Once this was done, she would just return to her shared room without having disturbed anyone . Or so she thought.

@thatoneschot @mabel-walsh @the-real-joseph-hayes

Frederick appeared in the doorway, his expression a tired one as he saw the wife of his drinking companion.

"What may be the reason for you being awake at such an hour?"

He asked with a seemingly never ending gentle smile as he leaned against the counter next to her

eleison-difiori

She was startled at his sudden appearance. It was still quite nerve-wracking to suddenly be around so many new faces, after all.

"Ah ! Sir Kenneth. Forgive me, I hope I didn't disturb Smith, too ."

Although unknowing of the true nature of the two's relationship, she knew they were close.

"Er ... I simply needed a moment to myself. It became sort of a routine back home, you see."

"No need to worry, Jonathan usually sleeps hardly disturbed." He reassured her with a gentle and slightly fond smile. He seemed to get that expression often when he thinks about the man

"Also, please, call me Frederick. It is quite odd to be referred to as 'Sir Kenneth' within my own home by one who also lives here" he offered her "needing a moment of peace is quite understandable, I needed such also quite often during the war, drunk or not" he reassured her with a chuckle, the memory of drinking together with men such as Giles and Henry seemed quite silly for him now

eleison-difiori

"Right. Thank you."

A smile creeped up to her face as well. Well at least among all the newer faces, she seemed to trust Frederick and Mabel the most.

"Yes, you mentioned you were drinking companions, yes? It still sounds a bit absurd to me and all. Back then that man wouldn't even touch a glass of alcohol !" She lightly giggled

"War has the tendency to change people, miss. He and I grew quite close during the war, too, despite him being of a superior rank to me." He told the woman with a light smile at the fond memories he gathered with her late husband while they both were inebriated

"The image of him, who was quite fond of an excess amount of wine, not touching alcohol seems absurd to me. Did he truly?" He asked with genuine amusement and curiosity in his voice.

eleison-difiori

A breath left her in amusement. "The Giles you described to Carol and I is completely different from the man I knew and was married to." Swirling the glass around a bit, she raised her head and glanced at Frederick. "You speak of a man so lively and dutiful in his endeavors as a colonel, however all I knew of Giles Eleison was that quiet distant man, ever so firm in his faith and desperate to steer away from "sin." ...

"Like I have said, war and the atmosphere in the camps has the tendency to change people." He said with a small huff of amusement

"In addition, I mainly knew the man in a drunken state, but he did seem quite lively. Inebriated or not." He said with a toughtful expression on his face.

"I do not know of his faith, only what he has told me, but by the last time I have seen him, he seemed quite lively and seemed to have more of a loose attitude to his faith... at least fron what he seemed like" he told the woman, for he felt she deserved to know another side of her husband.

"He did try to persuade me to find a wife early in our aquaintanceship, though" he remembered with a quiet laugh, cautious to not wake the other people in the house.

eleison-difiori

She let out a gentle laugh. "Did he now?"

It seems she's calmed down a considerable amount now. She never really understood her husband (and now, the opportunity is completely lost), but Frederick seems a truly kind man.

"Well I assume you didn't take his word, then. You don't have a wife yet, no?" Yet.

"No, I didn't. I also do not plan, for I am quite content living here as a bachelor with my family and friends. And Jonathan"

His face seemed to redden a little bit at the thought of his closest friend.

"I can imagine Carol misses her father. I had lost my mother as a child, only a wee bit older than her, and I certainly miss her a lot." He changed the topic, his voice turning a bit worried for the child he almost views as a niece

eleison-difiori

"Oh. Is that so? I see. My condolences to your mother. I couldn't even imagine what would become of me if I had lost mine at such an age." She smiles though, at the thought of her daughter, currently sleeping soundly in her room. "I appreciate your concern for her. Although despite how nice it is to imagine she misses him as his daughter, the girl barely knew him. Your words and mine have truly been all she knows of him." And now the opportunity for her to get to know her father is forever lost.

She thought back to Frederick's first statement. The idea was nice, she thought. Living like this without having to worry about such a thing as marriage, but...

"Do you not feel guilty?"

Tone unassertive and unconfronting. She spoke as if she were speaking to herself, almost.

"Guilty of what? I would admittedly feel more guilty were I away from my family"

He asked, genuinely confused. He does not see a reason to be guilty, at least not if he ignored his actions he had done on the battlefield. But those were necessary for the fight.

eleison-difiori

"For not marrying a woman."

... The air changed very quickly. Claudia had a sullen expression as she turned away. The question was with no ill will towards Frederick. It just.. came out.

"I do not suppose why I should feel guilty, for I rather would remain a bachelor as long as I do not hurt my wife"

Frederick said with a curious huff. It was half the truth. He would marry a woman, if he were capable of loving a woman. But Claudia shouldn't need to know such

"What has triggered such a question if I might ask?" Has asked her curiously with his eyes reflecting the same curiosity that is to be found in his voice and also a slight trace of concern and..... guilt?

eleison-difiori

"I——" she paused for a moment as she realized what she said. "Forgive me. I spoke without thinking."

Without much thought, she took another sip and fixed her gaze to the floor.

"It's quite unthinkable. for me. at the very least." She would think back to her father who would always tell her to find a husband. And to Giles, who was eager to marry as well.

eleison-difiori

Midnight. Kenneth farmhouse, the kitchen.

One Claudia Eleison, the latest resident of the farm, stood leaning back on a counter with a glass of whiskey in hand. (The bottle was her's.) A small candle and the moonlight illuminated the scene.

A sigh.

She didn't believe anyone was awake, not at this hour. So Once this was done, she would just return to her shared room without having disturbed anyone . Or so she thought.

@thatoneschot @mabel-walsh @the-real-joseph-hayes

Frederick appeared in the doorway, his expression a tired one as he saw the wife of his drinking companion.

"What may be the reason for you being awake at such an hour?"

He asked with a seemingly never ending gentle smile as he leaned against the counter next to her

eleison-difiori

She was startled at his sudden appearance. It was still quite nerve-wracking to suddenly be around so many new faces, after all.

"Ah ! Sir Kenneth. Forgive me, I hope I didn't disturb Smith, too ."

Although unknowing of the true nature of the two's relationship, she knew they were close.

"Er ... I simply needed a moment to myself. It became sort of a routine back home, you see."

"No need to worry, Jonathan usually sleeps hardly disturbed." He reassured her with a gentle and slightly fond smile. He seemed to get that expression often when he thinks about the man

"Also, please, call me Frederick. It is quite odd to be referred to as 'Sir Kenneth' within my own home by one who also lives here" he offered her "needing a moment of peace is quite understandable, I needed such also quite often during the war, drunk or not" he reassured her with a chuckle, the memory of drinking together with men such as Giles and Henry seemed quite silly for him now

eleison-difiori

"Right. Thank you."

A smile creeped up to her face as well. Well at least among all the newer faces, she seemed to trust Frederick and Mabel the most.

"Yes, you mentioned you were drinking companions, yes? It still sounds a bit absurd to me and all. Back then that man wouldn't even touch a glass of alcohol !" She lightly giggled

"War has the tendency to change people, miss. He and I grew quite close during the war, too, despite him being of a superior rank to me." He told the woman with a light smile at the fond memories he gathered with her late husband while they both were inebriated

"The image of him, who was quite fond of an excess amount of wine, not touching alcohol seems absurd to me. Did he truly?" He asked with genuine amusement and curiosity in his voice.

eleison-difiori

A breath left her in amusement. "The Giles you described to Carol and I is completely different from the man I knew and was married to." Swirling the glass around a bit, she raised her head and glanced at Frederick. "You speak of a man so lively and dutiful in his endeavors as a colonel, however all I knew of Giles Eleison was that quiet distant man, ever so firm in his faith and desperate to steer away from "sin." ...

"Like I have said, war and the atmosphere in the camps has the tendency to change people." He said with a small huff of amusement

"In addition, I mainly knew the man in a drunken state, but he did seem quite lively. Inebriated or not." He said with a toughtful expression on his face.

"I do not know of his faith, only what he has told me, but by the last time I have seen him, he seemed quite lively and seemed to have more of a loose attitude to his faith... at least fron what he seemed like" he told the woman, for he felt she deserved to know another side of her husband.

"He did try to persuade me to find a wife early in our aquaintanceship, though" he remembered with a quiet laugh, cautious to not wake the other people in the house.

eleison-difiori

She let out a gentle laugh. "Did he now?"

It seems she's calmed down a considerable amount now. She never really understood her husband (and now, the opportunity is completely lost), but Frederick seems a truly kind man.

"Well I assume you didn't take his word, then. You don't have a wife yet, no?" Yet.

"No, I didn't. I also do not plan, for I am quite content living here as a bachelor with my family and friends. And Jonathan"

His face seemed to redden a little bit at the thought of his closest friend.

"I can imagine Carol misses her father. I had lost my mother as a child, only a wee bit older than her, and I certainly miss her a lot." He changed the topic, his voice turning a bit worried for the child he almost views as a niece

eleison-difiori

"Oh. Is that so? I see. My condolences to your mother. I couldn't even imagine what would become of me if I had lost mine at such an age." She smiles though, at the thought of her daughter, currently sleeping soundly in her room. "I appreciate your concern for her. Although despite how nice it is to imagine she misses him as his daughter, the girl barely knew him. Your words and mine have truly been all she knows of him." And now the opportunity for her to get to know her father is forever lost.

She thought back to Frederick's first statement. The idea was nice, she thought. Living like this without having to worry about such a thing as marriage, but...

"Do you not feel guilty?"

Tone unassertive and unconfronting. She spoke as if she were speaking to herself, almost.

"Guilty of what? I would admittedly feel more guilty were I away from my family"

He asked, genuinely confused. He does not see a reason to be guilty, at least not if he ignored his actions he had done on the battlefield. But those were necessary for the fight.

eleison-difiori

"For not marrying a woman."

... The air changed very quickly. Claudia had a sullen expression as she turned away. The question was with no ill will towards Frederick. It just.. came out.

eleison-difiori

Midnight. Kenneth farmhouse, the kitchen.

One Claudia Eleison, the latest resident of the farm, stood leaning back on a counter with a glass of whiskey in hand. (The bottle was her's.) A small candle and the moonlight illuminated the scene.

A sigh.

She didn't believe anyone was awake, not at this hour. So Once this was done, she would just return to her shared room without having disturbed anyone . Or so she thought.

@thatoneschot @mabel-walsh @the-real-joseph-hayes

Frederick appeared in the doorway, his expression a tired one as he saw the wife of his drinking companion.

"What may be the reason for you being awake at such an hour?"

He asked with a seemingly never ending gentle smile as he leaned against the counter next to her

eleison-difiori

She was startled at his sudden appearance. It was still quite nerve-wracking to suddenly be around so many new faces, after all.

"Ah ! Sir Kenneth. Forgive me, I hope I didn't disturb Smith, too ."

Although unknowing of the true nature of the two's relationship, she knew they were close.

"Er ... I simply needed a moment to myself. It became sort of a routine back home, you see."

"No need to worry, Jonathan usually sleeps hardly disturbed." He reassured her with a gentle and slightly fond smile. He seemed to get that expression often when he thinks about the man

"Also, please, call me Frederick. It is quite odd to be referred to as 'Sir Kenneth' within my own home by one who also lives here" he offered her "needing a moment of peace is quite understandable, I needed such also quite often during the war, drunk or not" he reassured her with a chuckle, the memory of drinking together with men such as Giles and Henry seemed quite silly for him now

eleison-difiori

"Right. Thank you."

A smile creeped up to her face as well. Well at least among all the newer faces, she seemed to trust Frederick and Mabel the most.

"Yes, you mentioned you were drinking companions, yes? It still sounds a bit absurd to me and all. Back then that man wouldn't even touch a glass of alcohol !" She lightly giggled

"War has the tendency to change people, miss. He and I grew quite close during the war, too, despite him being of a superior rank to me." He told the woman with a light smile at the fond memories he gathered with her late husband while they both were inebriated

"The image of him, who was quite fond of an excess amount of wine, not touching alcohol seems absurd to me. Did he truly?" He asked with genuine amusement and curiosity in his voice.

eleison-difiori

A breath left her in amusement. "The Giles you described to Carol and I is completely different from the man I knew and was married to." Swirling the glass around a bit, she raised her head and glanced at Frederick. "You speak of a man so lively and dutiful in his endeavors as a colonel, however all I knew of Giles Eleison was that quiet distant man, ever so firm in his faith and desperate to steer away from "sin." ...

"Like I have said, war and the atmosphere in the camps has the tendency to change people." He said with a small huff of amusement

"In addition, I mainly knew the man in a drunken state, but he did seem quite lively. Inebriated or not." He said with a toughtful expression on his face.

"I do not know of his faith, only what he has told me, but by the last time I have seen him, he seemed quite lively and seemed to have more of a loose attitude to his faith... at least fron what he seemed like" he told the woman, for he felt she deserved to know another side of her husband.

"He did try to persuade me to find a wife early in our aquaintanceship, though" he remembered with a quiet laugh, cautious to not wake the other people in the house.

eleison-difiori

She let out a gentle laugh. "Did he now?"

It seems she's calmed down a considerable amount now. She never really understood her husband (and now, the opportunity is completely lost), but Frederick seems a truly kind man.

"Well I assume you didn't take his word, then. You don't have a wife yet, no?" Yet.

"No, I didn't. I also do not plan, for I am quite content living here as a bachelor with my family and friends. And Jonathan"

His face seemed to redden a little bit at the thought of his closest friend.

"I can imagine Carol misses her father. I had lost my mother as a child, only a wee bit older than her, and I certainly miss her a lot." He changed the topic, his voice turning a bit worried for the child he almost views as a niece

eleison-difiori

"Oh. Is that so? I see. My condolences to your mother. I couldn't even imagine what would become of me if I had lost mine at such an age." She smiles though, at the thought of her daughter, currently sleeping soundly in her room. "I appreciate your concern for her. Although despite how nice it is to imagine she misses him as his daughter, the girl barely knew him. Your words and mine have truly been all she knows of him." And now the opportunity for her to get to know her father is forever lost.

She thought back to Frederick's first statement. The idea was nice, she thought. Living like this without having to worry about such a thing as marriage, but...

"Do you not feel guilty?"

Tone unassertive and unconfronting. She spoke as if she were speaking to herself, almost.

eleison-difiori

Midnight. Kenneth farmhouse, the kitchen.

One Claudia Eleison, the latest resident of the farm, stood leaning back on a counter with a glass of whiskey in hand. (The bottle was her's.) A small candle and the moonlight illuminated the scene.

A sigh.

She didn't believe anyone was awake, not at this hour. So Once this was done, she would just return to her shared room without having disturbed anyone . Or so she thought.

@thatoneschot @mabel-walsh @the-real-joseph-hayes

the-real-joseph-hayes

Quietly but cautiously, Joseph entered the kitchen. He had intended to grab a small midnight snack but was now faced with his lover's widow, claudia.

He put on his usual charming smile and strolled up to her

"Isn't it a tad late to be getting drunk, miss Eleison?"

eleison-difiori

She was greatly startled at the sudden sound of voice, even more so when she realized who was there.

"Mister Hayes. I'm sorry, did I disturb you?" She spoke with a bit of a cautious tone. Out of all the residents here, this man was the one she was least acquainted with.

the-real-joseph-hayes

"Oh not at all, Miss! My apologies for the scare though."

His eyes drifted towards the bottle, not judgmentally, but more so curiously. Wondering if there was any wine. If there was anything the man had learned from his time in the army (albeit not as a soldier), it was that alcohol seemed to be the easiest way to bond.

Perhaps, as long as she doesn't know the truth, things wouldn't end up being so awkward

eleison-difiori

"Well considering we both are awake now --- would you care to Join me and make conversation ?"

Although still unsure what to think of the man, she did have a slight curiosity regarding him. From how avoidant he seemed towards her when she first arrived. there was something else, too, but that was merely in the back of her mind at the moment.

the-real-joseph-hayes

"that sounds lovely."

He grabs a glass for himself from the cabinet, seeing as she already has her own, and pours himself some of the whiskey

There was a pause while they sipped their drinks

"so have you and your daughter gotten acclimated to life on the farm all right?"

eleison-difiori

"Carol feels right at home, as you may have seen. Lord knows that girl needed a change of environment." (And a male figure to look up to. Frederick could now be thanked for that.)

"As for me..." She organized her thoughts and glanced over to the man. "I am still adjusting, I suppose."

...

"If I be honest, I do feel as if I'm a bit of an outlier here."

the-real-joseph-hayes

He exhales quietly and smiles somberly

"I can certainly relate."

*Huffs a laugh then takes another sip of his drink*

"I've certainly found adjusting to be...ehh...easier said than done. Granted, it certainly beats sleeping in a war zone, but I know the struggle."

eleison-difiori

"Right. I couldn't even imagine what it must have been like. More so considering while such a thing was happening, I stayed behind in our home." Waiting, as a proper wife would.

"It is amusing to think that Giles preferred that to the simple home life."

She observed his expression, as if she were awaiting a reaction.

eleison-difiori

Midnight. Kenneth farmhouse, the kitchen.

One Claudia Eleison, the latest resident of the farm, stood leaning back on a counter with a glass of whiskey in hand. (The bottle was her's.) A small candle and the moonlight illuminated the scene.

A sigh.

She didn't believe anyone was awake, not at this hour. So Once this was done, she would just return to her shared room without having disturbed anyone . Or so she thought.

@thatoneschot @mabel-walsh @the-real-joseph-hayes

Frederick appeared in the doorway, his expression a tired one as he saw the wife of his drinking companion.

"What may be the reason for you being awake at such an hour?"

He asked with a seemingly never ending gentle smile as he leaned against the counter next to her

eleison-difiori

She was startled at his sudden appearance. It was still quite nerve-wracking to suddenly be around so many new faces, after all.

"Ah ! Sir Kenneth. Forgive me, I hope I didn't disturb Smith, too ."

Although unknowing of the true nature of the two's relationship, she knew they were close.

"Er ... I simply needed a moment to myself. It became sort of a routine back home, you see."

"No need to worry, Jonathan usually sleeps hardly disturbed." He reassured her with a gentle and slightly fond smile. He seemed to get that expression often when he thinks about the man

"Also, please, call me Frederick. It is quite odd to be referred to as 'Sir Kenneth' within my own home by one who also lives here" he offered her "needing a moment of peace is quite understandable, I needed such also quite often during the war, drunk or not" he reassured her with a chuckle, the memory of drinking together with men such as Giles and Henry seemed quite silly for him now

eleison-difiori

"Right. Thank you."

A smile creeped up to her face as well. Well at least among all the newer faces, she seemed to trust Frederick and Mabel the most.

"Yes, you mentioned you were drinking companions, yes? It still sounds a bit absurd to me and all. Back then that man wouldn't even touch a glass of alcohol !" She lightly giggled

"War has the tendency to change people, miss. He and I grew quite close during the war, too, despite him being of a superior rank to me." He told the woman with a light smile at the fond memories he gathered with her late husband while they both were inebriated

"The image of him, who was quite fond of an excess amount of wine, not touching alcohol seems absurd to me. Did he truly?" He asked with genuine amusement and curiosity in his voice.

eleison-difiori

A breath left her in amusement. "The Giles you described to Carol and I is completely different from the man I knew and was married to." Swirling the glass around a bit, she raised her head and glanced at Frederick. "You speak of a man so lively and dutiful in his endeavors as a colonel, however all I knew of Giles Eleison was that quiet distant man, ever so firm in his faith and desperate to steer away from "sin." ...

"Like I have said, war and the atmosphere in the camps has the tendency to change people." He said with a small huff of amusement

"In addition, I mainly knew the man in a drunken state, but he did seem quite lively. Inebriated or not." He said with a toughtful expression on his face.

"I do not know of his faith, only what he has told me, but by the last time I have seen him, he seemed quite lively and seemed to have more of a loose attitude to his faith... at least fron what he seemed like" he told the woman, for he felt she deserved to know another side of her husband.

"He did try to persuade me to find a wife early in our aquaintanceship, though" he remembered with a quiet laugh, cautious to not wake the other people in the house.

eleison-difiori

She let out a gentle laugh. "Did he now?"

It seems she's calmed down a considerable amount now. She never really understood her husband (and now, the opportunity is completely lost), but Frederick seems a truly kind man.

"Well I assume you didn't take his word, then. You don't have a wife yet, no?" Yet.

eleison-difiori

Midnight. Kenneth farmhouse, the kitchen.

One Claudia Eleison, the latest resident of the farm, stood leaning back on a counter with a glass of whiskey in hand. (The bottle was her's.) A small candle and the moonlight illuminated the scene.

A sigh.

She didn't believe anyone was awake, not at this hour. So Once this was done, she would just return to her shared room without having disturbed anyone . Or so she thought.

@thatoneschot @mabel-walsh @the-real-joseph-hayes

the-real-joseph-hayes

Quietly but cautiously, Joseph entered the kitchen. He had intended to grab a small midnight snack but was now faced with his lover's widow, claudia.

He put on his usual charming smile and strolled up to her

"Isn't it a tad late to be getting drunk, miss Eleison?"

eleison-difiori

She was greatly startled at the sudden sound of voice, even more so when she realized who was there.

"Mister Hayes. I'm sorry, did I disturb you?" She spoke with a bit of a cautious tone. Out of all the residents here, this man was the one she was least acquainted with.

the-real-joseph-hayes

"Oh not at all, Miss! My apologies for the scare though."

His eyes drifted towards the bottle, not judgmentally, but more so curiously. Wondering if there was any wine. If there was anything the man had learned from his time in the army (albeit not as a soldier), it was that alcohol seemed to be the easiest way to bond.

Perhaps, as long as she doesn't know the truth, things wouldn't end up being so awkward

eleison-difiori

"Well considering we both are awake now --- would you care to Join me and make conversation ?"

Although still unsure what to think of the man, she did have a slight curiosity regarding him. From how avoidant he seemed towards her when she first arrived. there was something else, too, but that was merely in the back of her mind at the moment.

the-real-joseph-hayes

"that sounds lovely."

He grabs a glass for himself from the cabinet, seeing as she already has her own, and pours himself some of the whiskey

There was a pause while they sipped their drinks

"so have you and your daughter gotten acclimated to life on the farm all right?"

eleison-difiori

"Carol feels right at home, as you may have seen. Lord knows that girl needed a change of environment." (And a male figure to look up to. Frederick could now be thanked for that.)

"As for me..." She organized her thoughts and glanced over to the man. "I am still adjusting, I suppose."

...

"If I be honest, I do feel as if I'm a bit of an outlier here."

eleison-difiori

Midnight. Kenneth farmhouse, the kitchen.

One Claudia Eleison, the latest resident of the farm, stood leaning back on a counter with a glass of whiskey in hand. (The bottle was her's.) A small candle and the moonlight illuminated the scene.

A sigh.

She didn't believe anyone was awake, not at this hour. So Once this was done, she would just return to her shared room without having disturbed anyone . Or so she thought.

@thatoneschot @mabel-walsh @the-real-joseph-hayes

Frederick appeared in the doorway, his expression a tired one as he saw the wife of his drinking companion.

"What may be the reason for you being awake at such an hour?"

He asked with a seemingly never ending gentle smile as he leaned against the counter next to her

eleison-difiori

She was startled at his sudden appearance. It was still quite nerve-wracking to suddenly be around so many new faces, after all.

"Ah ! Sir Kenneth. Forgive me, I hope I didn't disturb Smith, too ."

Although unknowing of the true nature of the two's relationship, she knew they were close.

"Er ... I simply needed a moment to myself. It became sort of a routine back home, you see."

"No need to worry, Jonathan usually sleeps hardly disturbed." He reassured her with a gentle and slightly fond smile. He seemed to get that expression often when he thinks about the man

"Also, please, call me Frederick. It is quite odd to be referred to as 'Sir Kenneth' within my own home by one who also lives here" he offered her "needing a moment of peace is quite understandable, I needed such also quite often during the war, drunk or not" he reassured her with a chuckle, the memory of drinking together with men such as Giles and Henry seemed quite silly for him now

eleison-difiori

"Right. Thank you."

A smile creeped up to her face as well. Well at least among all the newer faces, she seemed to trust Frederick and Mabel the most.

"Yes, you mentioned you were drinking companions, yes? It still sounds a bit absurd to me and all. Back then that man wouldn't even touch a glass of alcohol !" She lightly giggled

"War has the tendency to change people, miss. He and I grew quite close during the war, too, despite him being of a superior rank to me." He told the woman with a light smile at the fond memories he gathered with her late husband while they both were inebriated

"The image of him, who was quite fond of an excess amount of wine, not touching alcohol seems absurd to me. Did he truly?" He asked with genuine amusement and curiosity in his voice.

eleison-difiori

A breath left her in amusement. "The Giles you described to Carol and I is completely different from the man I knew and was married to." Swirling the glass around a bit, she raised her head and glanced at Frederick. "You speak of a man so lively and dutiful in his endeavors as a colonel, however all I knew of Giles Eleison was that quiet distant man, ever so firm in his faith and desperate to steer away from "sin." ...

eleison-difiori

Midnight. Kenneth farmhouse, the kitchen.

One Claudia Eleison, the latest resident of the farm, stood leaning back on a counter with a glass of whiskey in hand. (The bottle was her's.) A small candle and the moonlight illuminated the scene.

A sigh.

She didn't believe anyone was awake, not at this hour. So Once this was done, she would just return to her shared room without having disturbed anyone . Or so she thought.

@thatoneschot @mabel-walsh @the-real-joseph-hayes

the-real-joseph-hayes

Quietly but cautiously, Joseph entered the kitchen. He had intended to grab a small midnight snack but was now faced with his lover's widow, claudia.

He put on his usual charming smile and strolled up to her

"Isn't it a tad late to be getting drunk, miss Eleison?"

eleison-difiori

She was greatly startled at the sudden sound of voice, even more so when she realized who was there.

"Mister Hayes. I'm sorry, did I disturb you?" She spoke with a bit of a cautious tone. Out of all the residents here, this man was the one she was least acquainted with.

the-real-joseph-hayes

"Oh not at all, Miss! My apologies for the scare though."

His eyes drifted towards the bottle, not judgmentally, but more so curiously. Wondering if there was any wine. If there was anything the man had learned from his time in the army (albeit not as a soldier), it was that alcohol seemed to be the easiest way to bond.

Perhaps, as long as she doesn't know the truth, things wouldn't end up being so awkward

eleison-difiori

"Well considering we both are awake now --- would you care to Join me and make conversation ?"

Although still unsure what to think of the man, she did have a slight curiosity regarding him. From how avoidant he seemed towards her when she first arrived. there was something else, too, but that was merely in the back of her mind at the moment.

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