Kelgar has a visitor
Kelgar fought the urge to scratch his face with growing irritation. It was stinking hot, the air in the guard’s barracks muggy with the scent of unwashed male bodies.
He lay back sweat prickling against his skin, hairs clinging damply to his flushed skin. And these bloody scratches! He was going to go mad. The scratches from that bitch’s fingernails had left long ragged tears that had grown swollen with pus. Hepsie had told him that the fact they were itching was a good sign, it meant they were healing. She had told him not to scratch them, that it would only make the scars worse, but it was like telling a dog not to lick his balls. He could barely control his hands, spending long hours drumming his fingertips restlessly on his hard belly until finally he tore at his face in such a frenzy small splatters of blood would drop onto his bare chest where he had ripped open the scabs again.
But it made no difference, the more he scratched the more they itched until he swore in fury beating his fists into the hard stone wall.
And he was so goddamned bored. The first week he had been ill, more ill than he had ever been before. He barely remember that week, an endless spewing red haze of pain and heat without relief. No, perhaps he had been wrong there. There had been relief, tiny cold hands laying against the burning skin of his forehead as he lay moaning and gnashing his teeth. But perhaps it had only been a dream too.
There was a pounding at the door and it was thrown open with gusto and in ran a small red-haired figure.
“Hullo Kelgar!”, she grinned flitting towards his bed, “Are yew bein’ a little better this steamy summer day then… not too hot fer yew then?”
He scrambled to a sitting position, resting his hands awkwardly on his thighs. He was suddenly aware that he wasn’t wearing all that much and for the first time that actually bothered him.
“What are yew doing here Maire?”, he groaned. Despite his boredom he wasn’t sure he wanted to be set upon by this young filly when he was too weak to refuse.
“Thought yew might be bein’ bored I did and since I be on a break I thought I’d be payin’ yew a little visit”, she winked saucily at him, “Aren’t yew bein’ pleased to see me?”
“An it’s bein’ that hot outside, I was thinkin’ it might be cooler in here with yew but I think it might be hotter after all”, she glanced down at his lap.
She came over and settled herself down on the bed next to him, the coarse material of her sleeve scratching unpleasantly against his arm.
“Soooo…”, she drawled.
“So what?”
“So… yer not wearing a whole lot”, she gazed provocatively at his groin and an unwarranted flush flared in his cheeks causing his wounds to pulse with irritation.
God! If only she would leave so he could scratch his face. God he wanted to scratch. He would scratch long and hard until his fingers hurt and his nail beds were brown with dried blood. A drop of sweat rolled down his neck, teasing its way along his chest and sliding down his stomach.
“Of course I’m not Maire!”, he snapped, “It’s bloody stinkin’ hot in here in case yew hadn’t bothered to notice!”
“What do yew want Maire?!”
“I just thought yew might be wantin’ some company, and that maybe I could be that company”, she crooned smoothing out the creases of her apron, her small calloused hands oblivious of the ingrained dirt.
“An’ I had this idea of how to pass some time”, she stumbled to her feet standing defiantly before him.
She began to clumsily fumble with the ties of her dress, her fingers pulling frantically at the knots.
“Maire… what are you doing?”, he whined, but he well knew. If only she would leave him alone. He was hot and sweaty, his face itched and he wasn’t in the mood to be ridden by a young hussy.
She struggled with her dress, pulling it over her head were it snagged, so for one tantalising moment she was trapped, her naked body writhing, a butterfly struggling to emerge from the confines of her cocoon. She ripped herself free and stood before him, all angular slender limbs.
“Well now… it is a lot cooler like this”, she giggled her face hidden in the shadow, so he could only see the rows of grinning teeth and the whites of her wide eyes shining from the darkness.
He felt a rush of heat to his groin, his breath coming out between his open lips in a groan. Who had he been kidding. Now she stood before him, her supple young body gleaming in the candlelight and his itching scabs were forgotten. He wanted her, his fingertips drumming rhythmically on his damp thighs, his hands longing to grasp the small swellings of her breasts and squeeze them hard.
He sprung at her, his strong arms sliding around the damp skin of her back as he pulled her against him. She gave a small cry as he hungrily kissed her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth. He felt her tiny breasts pushing against his chest, as he nipped at her lips.
He leaned her back, he wanted to see her face but it was shadowed, curtains of red hair hiding her from him.
She leapt at him, biting his chest with rows of tiny teeth, kissing and licking at his neck as her fingernails dug into the fevered skin of his back.
“Maire”, he groaned, trying to pull her away from him but she only clung tighter, kissing him in such a frenzy that the blood thundered in his ears, his vision going red at the edges.
She pressed her face against his warm chest and he felt how hot and wet it was, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her body was shaking feverishly, fragile wings trembling in the breeze before a storm.
“Maire”, he murmured, “Maire… let me see yer face”.
She wrapped her arms around him more tightly, tiny insect limbs clinging desperately to the branch as the wind whipped at her fragile body.
He gently prised her off, holding her away from his body to gaze at her. Her face was shining in the darkness, stained with tears. She bit fiercely at her trembling lip as tears welled up like dewdrops, rolling silently down her cheeks mingling with the sweat of a summers day and the dirt of the kitchen.
“Maire… Maire”, he murmured pulling her close, “What’s wrong little Maire?”
She shuddered and he felt the length of her body shaking against his.
“We don’t have to do this”, he was suddenly very aware of the fact that she was still only a girl, though teetering dangerously on the cusp of womanhood.
He kissed her softly on her damp forehead, where strands of red hair clung haphazardly, “Have you not done this before”.
She gave a low cry, her scrawny arms crumpling around her naked shivering body, wings folding up to hide stick-like limbs. Her eyes darted from side to side, her hair brushing her face like feelers raised trembling to the darkened sky as the rain began to fall.
“Maire!”, he cried, yanking her to her feet, putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling her tightly against his chest as she sobbed distraughtly into her hands.
“There, there”, he whispered, patting her shoulder gently until the storm of tears had finished and she stood snuffling softly into her hands.
“Yer alright then aren’t yew. No harm done. I won’t be telling no one”.
“I dreamed of you”, she sniffled, wiping her running nose on the back of one hand.
“What do yew mean?”
“On midsummers… I dreamed that yew was bein’ my husband. I was thinkin’ this would… well it doesn’ matter. I’m bein’ that sorry Kelgar”.
“No worries”, he grinned as she fumbled around for her dress, “all I really wanted was to scratch my face anyways, though I’m sure yew would have been a nice distraction”.
She paused, clutching her dress in her hand, looking up at him with that same wicked grin, “Well then… perraps some day I will be”.
That was…
Hold on, I have to read it a second time, because the first time I rushed through , thinking she was about to turn into a corpse and/or Mella…
“…it was like telling a dog not to lick his balls.” *snicker*
“He was suddenly aware that he wasn’t wearing all that much and for the first time that actually bothered him.” *snicker*
I am liking that Kelgar more and more, and not only because he doesn’t shave his body like most Sim men. He is not unkind! And though he can’t resist scratching his face, he has marvelous self-control. He would be awfully cute with Gay Steward’s Shy Sister after all. And Maire is looking cuter by the minute so I wouldn’t mind seeing those two together either.
I liked his stream of consciousness at the beginning (and throughout actually), it was good and male-like, from my limited understanding of the consciousness of males.
I think what threw me off the first time (besides your past history of horror, Verity) was the insect metaphor. It was slightly menacing — the stick legs and the feelers, more than the wings. Or maybe I have just been thinking too much about spiders lately. Maire seems more chipmunk-like than insect-like to me.
Also, once again maybe I have been thinking too much about lighting lately, but I loved the lighting in this scene. Did you do something special? The light isn’t orangey so I don’t think it’s one of mine. I really like how in a lot of the last shots, the only thing that’s well-lit is Kelgar’s chest, and otherwise there are just a few edges of limbs and bits of face to look at. Dramatic.
Like Lothere, I want him with Gay Steward’s Shy Sister!!! I know she thinks he’d be cute with Maire, too, and I guess that’d be all right, but the other girl is so much cuter and sweeter. So that’s my vote.
That was hot and steamy it must have been 100 degrees in that room!
So out of all the chapters I have ever written this was the one that reaaally didn’t go as planned. I had this idea that Kelgar was just a horny devil with no morality and Maire was really supposed to be a complete hussy. But they both turned on me and showed they actually had complex characters, what a surprise. I would never have expected Kelgar to be as kind as he was (I think perhaps he was a bit surprised too
and I didn’t realise that a lot of Maire was bluster and act, and although she may be bold, she is not quite as experienced as she likes to imply.
I wasn’t sure I really hit the mark with the insect metaphor either. I was going for a butterfly emerging slightly to early from her chrysalis effect, like Maire diving headfirst into adulthood without thinking about it first. At first I had her more like an excited puppy, leaping and bounding. But I do find her body more insect-like than chipmunky. Oh… Cindra is such a chipmunk… she looks like she is storing nuts for winter in those big chubby cheeks of hers.
Oh poor Gay steward… now I am going to start to think of him as that. I really need to fit something in from his PoV so you know what the hell is going on. Gay steward and Arran Barran… they could be a superhero team. Oh yeah, and the chinman as my boyf likes to call Radomir
I haven’t got any set in stone plans for these guys (or Arran and Igrayne and Lyiss for that matter) so we will have to see how it unfolds (me too… I don’t know!).
It’s a fun feeling, not knowing, isn’t it? Sometimes I like to just throw characters together and see what comes out of it.
The Chinman! That is so deserving of captials.
Radomir’s whole head is supehero-name-worthy, though. It looks like it was transplanted onto his body directly from Easter Island.
Maybe Gay Steward and The Chinman could get together over here, and people would lay off begging for a gay storyline over on my site? *bats eyelashes pleadingly*
I know, I know, he’s not gay… You really need to do a G.S. POV chapter though because if you continue nursing this mystery too long, the gay theory will become canon and you won’t be able to convince anyone he’s not.
You made me laugh so hard when I read that about Easter Island… it is so true!
Yes everyone is really clammering for a gay storyline aren’t they
It would be something interesting to write but also difficult I think… you know when they say write what you know and all 
I would be willing to give it a go sometime though… but not Chinman and Gay Steward!
Oh and sorry, I forgot to answer your question about the lighting. These pics were actually taken when my lighting mod still wasn’t working properly. I used one of the CC candles I had that was still doing something sensible… I think I had the church altar one (you know the cool one with all the offering candles stuck haphazardly in it). But it doesn’t give this light any more, now it is orangey too, so unfortunately I can’t give you any advice on how to reproduce it. Maybe one of the non-candles would give a similar lighting effect. I’m not sure.
I will probably eventually do a gay couple, if only as part of my experimentation in writing. But I know what you mean about “write what you know”… somehow I doubt it will suffice to pretend that one of the men has the mindset of a woman. Plus I don’t want to do it just for the sake of doing it, but people seem to think I’ve had a few near-miss gay couples in the past anyway, so maybe it won’t be such a stretch.
But definitely not Chinman + anybody. We need to save him for Valeriya!
Buh, I am so late. Sorry! I was really surprised by this, but in a good way. Kelgar isn’t so bad, right? I’m hoping. The one thing that annoys me about Medieval stuff is that the men almost always seem to be horny pigs who want to poke it to whomever is willing… which, I guess, is true for the time period… but my general hatred of men isn’t aided by this.
So it was nice to see for once that while his body reacted, he didn’t completely go with it. I wonder what this means, though? I guess we’ll find out.
Yeah… it generally seems that way Mao. Where people that different back then or is this just the warped idea we have. Although it was generally acceptable for men to sleep with whoever they wanted. I guess there were probably lots of guys who didn’t just whore around. Hehe… have you been watching the Tudors at all. It is terrible for that. I can’t believe it… after two episodes I think we had seen the entire female casts boobs. But maybe it was like that, everyone sleeping with everyone else. I guess it happens a lot with people these days too… people meeting at clubs and sleeping with each other. Though I must admit I don’t really hang out with the type of crowd that does that so it still seems a bit strange to me even now.
Oh yeah, and Lothere, I know what you mean. You can’t just pretend one of the men has the mindset of a woman. It is a whole new ballpark. If I ever do I think I would take inspiration from Annie Proulx. I really loved Brokeback Mountain and her short story it was based on. It was really romantic and so sad. And now Heath Ledger is dead
Oh Heath… why did you have to die? He was going to be so great. Anyway… enough lamenting. I would love to write something as awesome as that, but I also know I would find it immensely difficult to do without sounding completely unbelievable. It would be an interesting challenge though.
I have been meaning to watch the Tudors! I’m with my fiance and they have only very basic satellite, though. So I can’t until I go home… bah. Is it really that bad? Reminds me of that show Deadwood, I think… swearing and insanity everywhere. I mean, the Wild West was wild, sure, but holy crap.
The sleeping around is understandable given that marriages were of convenience and the male was seen as a superior to females in most of those cultures, etc. I actually like reading about those situations when they DON’T fall in ‘twu love’ because I highly doubt that was the case. But still, men don’t all have to be revolting pigs. I don’t care if they were, that’s why they call it fantasy! Although I’d rather them be revolting pigs than acting like pansy woman-types… that’s the worst. Big reason why I avoid literature aimed at women LOL!
Well… it’s starting to grow on me a bit, but I am really sick of all the sex scenes. I mean, it is like they make up for the not wonderful script with gratuitous sex scenes every 10 minutes. I don’t know… that and I don’t like any of the actresses in it. Like the girl who plays Anne Boleyn… she is terrible. She doesn’t portray any of the cunning or the fervent ambition I imagine her having. And she looks like she has been hit in the head with something. I mean, most of the women in it really need their PR to give them the hint to close their mouths occasionally because they look half-sharp. Particularly Natalie Dormer who plays Anne. She is very annoying because she has a squashy nose and her and Henry have all these passionate making out scenes where her nose is being squashed all over his face… bleh. And I suspect the only reason they chose the guy who plays Henry is because he makes a very realistic orgasm face. But all this being said, I still like watching it because I really love that part of history and the costumes are wonderful. It isn’t great… but it is entertaining and I do like the way they are doing it, that it actually makes it seem like a long time is passing by. It sort of annoys me when they try to cram in what was like 5 years when Anne didn’t sleep with Henry into 20 minutes of a movie. It just doesn’t work for me.
But I really don’t want to put you off… perhaps I am just jaded because I am so into the real Tudors that I get annoyed by minor details. If you like costume and historical dramas then maybe you will like it. And anyway… I am still watching it so it can’t be all bad. I think it is getting a bit better now that Henry has grown a beard
I remember being totally shocked recently when I read the biography of Marie Antoinette. Apparently, in the French court it was not just okay for men to have affairs but also the women. For instance, Marie Antoinette was having an affair with a Swedish Count (ah Swedish boys, they are so great) for 15 years and her husband was totally okay with it. He and the Count were very good friends too. So weird. And there is a story about a husband coming home and catching his wife with another man, apologising profusely, excusing himself and promising it would never happen again. Woah. But we haven’t reached that sort of age yet in this story. I don’t think it was acceptable anywhere in medieval time (now someone should chime in and tell me I am wrong because to be honest I know quite a lot about medieval England, but not so much about other places).
Hahaha, oh goodness. Everything on HBO, Showtime, etc has to have a sex scene at least three times in every episode. It’s like serious chatter, serious discussion, sobbing and then BAM BRING ON THE SEXXING! It makes my fiance and I laugh so bad. BattleStar Galatica has started doing that. I wonder if they realize how… well, ill-fitting all that sex is? Sheesh. Sometimes, yeah, you need to show it, but the rest of the time… I think we can kinda get the picture without all the softcore humping and grunting.
I also have to say that you’re “a very realistic orgasm face” statement made me laugh out loud quite a bit. Hahaha, I want to see that on an actor’s resume: Makes a very convincing orgasm face. LOL!!
I’ll check it out for the costumes. LOVE those costumes. I want one. Gah.
Big reason why I avoid TV!
BattleStar Galactica!!
One thing about the costumes (sorry to be such a whingey poo)… they aren’t very historically correct for that time period. But they are very pretty and shiny which is nice (I am really hoping some of those CC makers will get inspired). I can never get enough pretty dresses for my sims.