Mistress
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ooc: 5'10 Dark Brown hair, bright blue eyes,very pale skin but smooth and unblimished, 145 lbs, Irish descent
I do not speak often, normally only to my child. Some times it has been thought that I was mute, and could not speak. Child is nameless for now, and 1 month old.
IC
Catherine
The baby made soft gurgling sounds as he fed from my breast. Though my milk was drying up from lack of food, at least I new he was satisfied at the moment. My dull eyes, once a brilliant blue looked up to the day's sky. A small sigh escapes my mouth as I close my eyes and dream.
I had once lived in a small cottage along the rolling green hills of Ireland. It was where I grew up, I had spent many days running through the lush fields and gazing at the magnificent water that surrounded my homeland. I had met my husband at the tender age of eighteen; he was much older, in his twenties. He had been a sailor upon one of the ships that docked near the city about ten miles from my home.
As soon as our eyes had met, I could feel the desire we held for each other. Courting for three years, whenever the ship would come in, he would come see me. My father sitting with us on our porch swing, his steady eyes glued to Nathaniel. It was not long before he finally asked for my hand in marriage, and my father agreed.
It was then when we packed up our belongings and sailed to England, his homeland. The excitement from being able to look upon walls, that I haven never seen, only heard through Nathaniel's stories. Our love was strong, and though it took us days to get to England, he dared not touch me until we had a home to ourselves. He was man of honor and morals, strong beliefs in his family and church.
The first night in the small cottage he had bought for us was magic. His tender kisses, his warm hands, I was swept away in sensations that I never knew before. He had continued to sail, for the water was his true home. I took up watching the house, cleaning, washing, all the things a good wife should have done. The nights were lonely though. I would lay in my bed, some times crying just thinking of how much I wanted him to be there, to touch me.
We had agreed on starting a family, but it seemed that my womb was barren. Our hopes were shattered, finally allowing ourselves to realize that we would never have children. I felt as if he blamed me sometimes, though he never voiced it. The years went on, he sailed on his ships and I continued to be the homemaker.
Right before my twenty-first birthday, I had come down with the flu. Upon examination of the local doctor, he congratulated me on my pregnancy. I was ecstatic, I ran home all the way, hoping Nathaniel would be back from his trip soon so I could tell him. The days dragged on, and storms raged upon the dark sea...
I had a dream, a week after the news of my child. I had been walking down the cobble stone streets, window-shopping. Seeing a dress store I walk in to look around, a tailor was sitting at a sewing machine, pumping away while sewing a design on a beautiful piece of silk. I have always loved the feel of silk, ever since I was a child. Wondering over to a table filled with glorious vibrant colors I sort through them. Each time I went to pick up a color, it turned black in my hand. No matter which yard of silk I picked up it turned black...black silk.
When I woke it was then I knew, and all I had to do was wait. My hands trembled as I rocked in my rocking chair, waiting. The thought running over and over again in my head, black silk. Tears streamed down my face as I waited, that evening just before dusk, I received the knock at my door. The man dressed in his uniform, his hand holding a telegram, he looked up at me with dark green eyes.
I nodded, and took the message from him, without uttering a word. Then slowly making my way back to my rocking chair I sit down. The telegram clutched in my hand as sat there, trying to get up enough courage to open it. I already new what it was going to say though...
Black silk repeated over and over till I cried out in one long wail. Finally ripping the message open I stare at the freshly typed words.
TO: MRS. CATHERINE M. DEVAR
SADDLEY WE MUST INFORM YOU OF YOUR HUSBAND'S UNTIMELY DEATH. THE SHIP WAS FOUND ALONG THE COAST OF NORWAY.
NO SURVIVORS, NO CORPSE.
PLEASE TAKE TIME TO MOURN YOUR LOSS, THEN REPORT TO WALES FOR YOUR HUSBAND'S BELONGINGS.
SINCERLY: CAPTIAN L'BELGARD
The suction at my breast stopped and I looked down at the tiny form in my arms. His dark eyes staring up at me, almost curiously, as if he could read my memories. I slid the thin strap to the lavender slip I wore back up on my shoulder. Then softly I began to hum a lullaby, rocking the babe back and forth in my arms. Soon, his small eyes closed, and his breathing slowed as he rested.
I stand as easily as I could, then hefted my pack onto my back and made my way through the rocks of the shore. The sun would be setting soon, and it would be best if I hurried back to the small shack I now lived in. The dark forest supplying me with closure and safety. After my husband's death I had traveled here, only because this was as far as I could go on what little money I had saved.
Nathaniel wasn’t a rich man, and I was too proud to go back to my father. I had happened upon the shack one day while walking through the woods. So many trees amazed me, my homeland never held this many in one section of land. I had nowhere else to go, and the shack protected us from the storm that was brewing in the sky. It soon became home, and I straightened it up as best as I could. There were only a few leaks, but they would not bother us. Since the lake was so close, I could bath in it, wash my clothes and the baby's cloth diapers. Making myself a make shift fishing pole I was able to catch fish for food. The stream running into the lake provided clear drinking water as well.
Over the last month I have been living among this forest, and had not yet met anyone. I didn't care to either, this was my hide away. Maybe one day, I would bring myself out to be social.
ooc:Oops didnt realize it was so long, I felt I should explain my character's life abit. I hope no one minds! *Blushes*
ooc: 5'10 Dark Brown hair, bright blue eyes,very pale skin but smooth and unblimished, 145 lbs, Irish descent
I do not speak often, normally only to my child. Some times it has been thought that I was mute, and could not speak. Child is nameless for now, and 1 month old.
IC
Catherine
The baby made soft gurgling sounds as he fed from my breast. Though my milk was drying up from lack of food, at least I new he was satisfied at the moment. My dull eyes, once a brilliant blue looked up to the day's sky. A small sigh escapes my mouth as I close my eyes and dream.
I had once lived in a small cottage along the rolling green hills of Ireland. It was where I grew up, I had spent many days running through the lush fields and gazing at the magnificent water that surrounded my homeland. I had met my husband at the tender age of eighteen; he was much older, in his twenties. He had been a sailor upon one of the ships that docked near the city about ten miles from my home.
As soon as our eyes had met, I could feel the desire we held for each other. Courting for three years, whenever the ship would come in, he would come see me. My father sitting with us on our porch swing, his steady eyes glued to Nathaniel. It was not long before he finally asked for my hand in marriage, and my father agreed.
It was then when we packed up our belongings and sailed to England, his homeland. The excitement from being able to look upon walls, that I haven never seen, only heard through Nathaniel's stories. Our love was strong, and though it took us days to get to England, he dared not touch me until we had a home to ourselves. He was man of honor and morals, strong beliefs in his family and church.
The first night in the small cottage he had bought for us was magic. His tender kisses, his warm hands, I was swept away in sensations that I never knew before. He had continued to sail, for the water was his true home. I took up watching the house, cleaning, washing, all the things a good wife should have done. The nights were lonely though. I would lay in my bed, some times crying just thinking of how much I wanted him to be there, to touch me.
We had agreed on starting a family, but it seemed that my womb was barren. Our hopes were shattered, finally allowing ourselves to realize that we would never have children. I felt as if he blamed me sometimes, though he never voiced it. The years went on, he sailed on his ships and I continued to be the homemaker.
Right before my twenty-first birthday, I had come down with the flu. Upon examination of the local doctor, he congratulated me on my pregnancy. I was ecstatic, I ran home all the way, hoping Nathaniel would be back from his trip soon so I could tell him. The days dragged on, and storms raged upon the dark sea...
I had a dream, a week after the news of my child. I had been walking down the cobble stone streets, window-shopping. Seeing a dress store I walk in to look around, a tailor was sitting at a sewing machine, pumping away while sewing a design on a beautiful piece of silk. I have always loved the feel of silk, ever since I was a child. Wondering over to a table filled with glorious vibrant colors I sort through them. Each time I went to pick up a color, it turned black in my hand. No matter which yard of silk I picked up it turned black...black silk.
When I woke it was then I knew, and all I had to do was wait. My hands trembled as I rocked in my rocking chair, waiting. The thought running over and over again in my head, black silk. Tears streamed down my face as I waited, that evening just before dusk, I received the knock at my door. The man dressed in his uniform, his hand holding a telegram, he looked up at me with dark green eyes.
I nodded, and took the message from him, without uttering a word. Then slowly making my way back to my rocking chair I sit down. The telegram clutched in my hand as sat there, trying to get up enough courage to open it. I already new what it was going to say though...
Black silk repeated over and over till I cried out in one long wail. Finally ripping the message open I stare at the freshly typed words.
TO: MRS. CATHERINE M. DEVAR
SADDLEY WE MUST INFORM YOU OF YOUR HUSBAND'S UNTIMELY DEATH. THE SHIP WAS FOUND ALONG THE COAST OF NORWAY.
NO SURVIVORS, NO CORPSE.
PLEASE TAKE TIME TO MOURN YOUR LOSS, THEN REPORT TO WALES FOR YOUR HUSBAND'S BELONGINGS.
SINCERLY: CAPTIAN L'BELGARD
The suction at my breast stopped and I looked down at the tiny form in my arms. His dark eyes staring up at me, almost curiously, as if he could read my memories. I slid the thin strap to the lavender slip I wore back up on my shoulder. Then softly I began to hum a lullaby, rocking the babe back and forth in my arms. Soon, his small eyes closed, and his breathing slowed as he rested.
I stand as easily as I could, then hefted my pack onto my back and made my way through the rocks of the shore. The sun would be setting soon, and it would be best if I hurried back to the small shack I now lived in. The dark forest supplying me with closure and safety. After my husband's death I had traveled here, only because this was as far as I could go on what little money I had saved.
Nathaniel wasn’t a rich man, and I was too proud to go back to my father. I had happened upon the shack one day while walking through the woods. So many trees amazed me, my homeland never held this many in one section of land. I had nowhere else to go, and the shack protected us from the storm that was brewing in the sky. It soon became home, and I straightened it up as best as I could. There were only a few leaks, but they would not bother us. Since the lake was so close, I could bath in it, wash my clothes and the baby's cloth diapers. Making myself a make shift fishing pole I was able to catch fish for food. The stream running into the lake provided clear drinking water as well.
Over the last month I have been living among this forest, and had not yet met anyone. I didn't care to either, this was my hide away. Maybe one day, I would bring myself out to be social.
ooc:Oops didnt realize it was so long, I felt I should explain my character's life abit. I hope no one minds! *Blushes*
