(1311-02-26) Finding Ways
Summary: Evelyne speaks with Oliver, trying to gauge his issues and brainstorming some ideas that might help.
RL Date: 26/02-02/03/2019
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Oliver's Chambers — Basilisque Residence

Through a door of dark mahogany wood one enters into a chamber that has few candles that look barely used. There is a fireplace on wall which doesn't have a door or the small balcony. The tall doors are beautifully built raised stainglass. The bed is more to the center of the room with the head of it against the opposite wall the fire place is one. The bed is covered in dark blankets and pillows. With the large four posters being of painted black wood.

There is a white armchair that has it's back to the balcony and it's facing the fireplace. It has a matching footstool and chaise. There is a painted black wood trunk in the corner which matches the two end tables beside the bed which do not have a light on them but they do have a cane each. The walls are painted white. There is nothing really visual in the room. There are no portraits, no art pieces, no books…nothing. Just a tidy room.


It's afternoon, the weather is cold but the sun is shining. Inside the young lords room he's being worked. "Come on Oliver! At least do one!" The young lord is on his face on the floor and trying with all his wee little muscles to do a push up. He's trying and trying. His face is trying bright red as he tries to push himself up ONCE. He's wearing comfortable pants and no shirt. He's very skinny.

Évelyne has only met Oliver in passing. He arrived too late in Marsilikos to attend the wedding, and after that, things have gotten busy with travel to Montmarlon in Camlach, and after that, to Elua for the social events in the capital that had been held for Longest Night. The wife of his brother Sebastien is comparatively young, only a bit older than Oliver in fact, and it will be now, after a knock to the door and opening of the same, that Oliver might note a presence entering. Steps sound determined but not too determined, more like the confident entrance of a young lady than of someone timid, or someone too energetic and intimidating. In fact, these footfalls come to a halt, followed by a soft swish of swaying skirts, as Evelyne turns and regards the interior of the room. "Ah… there you are…", a young sounding female voice can be heard. "Oh my, Oliver! What are you up to?" She looks towards the person that obviously makes Oli work out and raises her brows. "Am I intruding?" She most obviously is.

The blind lord hears someone enter and he's still trying. He hears her and rolls to his back and kicks his legs so he's sitting. Henri bows his head to the lady and grins at her as he steps back. Henri being Oliver's constant companion. Oliver slowly gets up and reaches his hands out. Henri chuckles and moves over to get him in a top. When he's presentable, Henri turns him towards Evelyne and steps back. "Good morning, milady." He doesn't recognize the voice and since the last time Evelyne has seen Oliver he's gotten rather pale and skinny. "You are not intruding. I was just trying to get stronger." Henri steps forward. "Afternoon and time for you to eat again." He points out but is waved away by Oli.

"You are doing exercises?", Evelyne asks. Her voice sounds cheerful and not unfriendly. Of course, there is that ominous pause when she watches Oliver being prepared by Henri, and the blind lord might sense her curious stare lingering on him. "I like that. It means you are taking good care of yourself. And please.. don't call me 'my lady'. Just Evelyne, or Eve, if you like." She steps closer and reaches for Oliver's hand. "It has been almost four months since I was wed to your brother, Oliver. It is shocking that we haven't spent more than a few moments in each other's company. Maybe…" She pauses, and she looks towards Henri. "Maybe I could keep you company during your well-deserved meal?", she wonders.

The lord nods his head. "I am since I…" He blushes a little. "..I was failing. Collapsing into depression and loneliness. I needed my family and I was left alone for months.." He grumbles before her hand touches his own. "I don't want to ea…" Henri steps forward and shakes his head. "You are eating. You need to gain ten stone or so and keep working out." He crosses his arms and turns to Eve. "My lady, he needs to eat and the kitchen has his lunch prepared so perhaps you can have some too." Oli frowns a little. "I would love for you to join me."

"It is not right," Evelyne states with honest concern. "You are here in family residence, and we shouldn't have left you on your own. But… now we are back. Everything will turn out fine, Oliver." Her hand holds his and she nods towards Henri. "Of course… I can share some of the lunch with Lord Oliver." Her gaze flicks to Oliver. "Where shall we eat, Oliver? Downstairs?"

The man shrugs his shoulders. "I really needed my family. I had two heartbreaks one after the other and I started to drift away. I though eternal sleep would be better than here." He speaks softly. "I'm someone that very much needs my family. Thank you for being here." He grins in front of himself. He gestures in front of him. "Let's eat what was prepped."

Évelyne smiles. It may be evident to him from the tone of her voice, as she says, "I too know of the worth of family. Ironically enough, I have been running from my own for a time. Heartbreaks? Never had any, blessed be the Companions. But… that doesn't mean I never got myself into trouble." She coughs. "This was of course before I became your sister-in-law, Oliver. Now, I assure you, I am all proper and well behaved." Is there a hint of irony in her voice? "Let us sit down then," Evelyne agrees. "I would like to hear more of you. Sebastien is so much older. It must feel odd sometimes. You are the youngest sibling?"

He grins slowly and nods his head. "I will tell you that heartbreak … you could die from it." He grumbles quietly. "That being said, not trusting those outside of family is valuable." He nods to her. "I am sure Sebastien is not the easiest man to… uh… deal with." He points out. "Yeah, youngest by nine years. My mother got intoxicated one night and went to the temple, lit her candle, and when she woke up in the morning forgot. Then I showed up. A complete accident."

"A beautiful accident," Evelyne opines, and then she hmms, "Excuse me…" and gently touches her hand to his cheek, if Oliver would allow this. "You are so different from him. That is not to say that I don't like Sebastien. He and I are actually quite well matched. But he is… older. Yes. I'm the youngest as well, of my siblings. I have two older brothers…" She giggles. "I am rolling my eyes… You can't see me roll my eyes? What happened to yours?" Not the most subtle manner to address the matter, but there it is.

Oliver feels her touch his face and he just stares a head. "He is strong and handsome." He grins. "I am neither." He chuckles. "I got the brains and all the feelings." Though at question of his eyes he frowns a little. "He never told you?" He nods his head and grins. "I… wanted to go riding. I was nine. I begged him and begged him. He finally took me out and while we were galloping around, my horse got spooked by a snake and bucked me off. I landed on my shoulders and when I sat up, I spooked the horse and a hoof…" He lifts his hair a little and shows the scar by his temple. "I didn't blame my horse but my dad killed the horse and yelled at Sebastien."

"He told me it was an accident, but nothing more…", Evelyne clarifies. "And you are handsome, in your own way. Different, but handsome." There is a silence though, when Oliver explains about the riding accident, and she exhales audibly through her nose. "That sounds so awful. You know, I am a pretty good rider. I have a lovely horse. I take it, that you never rode out again, after that incident?" Her fingers trace lightly over the scar. "I understand that your father must have been pretty upset."

The lord bows his head. "I have gone out twice since then. I loved my horse and riding. Peanut was a beautiful horse and I miss him." He blushes brightly at her saying he's handsome. "Handsome or not, no one will ever love or marry a blind man. My signature means nothing and that's my name…so my name is nothing. My father made sure to scream that into my face a lot. You will only be a burden." He takes a deep breath. "Dad sucked sometimes." Henri comes up beside Oli and takes his hand, leading them both to food.

"Hmmm," Evelyne considers for a moment. "I see. I am… was of House Somerville. I feel bad for what happened to you, but also to what happened to your horse. So you don't have a horse right now? Of course not. Forgive me. It must sound like a dumb question." She follows along to where Henri leads them, even if Oliver's statement makes her shake her head. "Well, I don't suppose that I am very knowledgeable about love, Oliver. But to make love… you don't make love with your eyes. You said you've been in love twice?", Evelyne asks, as she sits down. Oliver's statement about his father elicits an instinctive, "I suppose so," from his sister-in-law.

The young lord and lady are brought to the kitchen were there is a board full of vegetables, meats, and cheeses. Henri helps Oli sit and also helps Evelyne sit. He puts a lot of cheese in front of Oli and takes his hand and presses his fingers to the cheese…which a cube is quickly devoured. Someone likes cheese. "I fell in love alone, Eve." He speaks softly. "It's the loneliest feeling in the world."

"Is that so?" Evelyne reclines in her seat, and nothing in her tone suggests she is not taking him serious. "But to fall in love, the other person must have spent time with you. Right? Your feelings weren't returned? Did you address the matter…?" She doesn't seem to be awfully hungry but takes up a cube of cheese to nibble upon. "Not that I know how that feels, but the way you describe it, it sounds awful."

The blind lord takes a deep breath and shakes his head. "I did spend time with both. She made it know she wasn't into youth and he got betrothed so…I wrote a letter to him saying I don't wish to see him again. Keep in mind I was very hurt. He said he didn't want anything permanent and then goes and gets a wife. That's a little permanent." He eats more of the cheese and meat.

"Oh… Ah… Umm… I see." Evelyne comments, without really commenting. Digesting those tiny tidbits Oliver tosses her way. "I understand that rejection… may not be easy to handle. I have never had to deal with that myself. It was more like," and here she pauses and then has to continue with a smile, "me trying to enjoy myself, without regard of anyone else. I am learning. I am adapting. But your brother seemed to understand, and he accepts me the way I am." She finishes her cheese and then takes a sip from a glass that has been hopefully poured with something like wine, or even lemon water. "Permanence… don't you think you are still a bit young for something like that?" Asks the eighteen-year-old of the slightly younger Oliver. "You should go out and enjoy life. Meet people, have fun. It is possible, Oliver. And perhaps… perhaps you would accept my help so that I can show you?"

He takes a moment while he's shoving his face full of the food he didn't want to listen. He covers his lips and nods. "My brother is hurt and you are helping him heal." He points out before snerking. "Yeah… meeting people is easy and having fun while blind is that much easier." He shakes his head and bows it. "Eve, people don't want a friendship with me. Either family hangs around or other stuff but I can't do things people my age do. I can't ride, I can't run through a crowd laughing…well I could but I'd hit everyone and feel guilty. I can't play sports, I can't spar." He grumbles. "I'm an in door pet."

"Who tells you it is impossible?", Évelyne counters brightly, contradicting Oliver's statement. "You can meet people and make acquaintances. I am sure you will find friends, because… well you don't seem that awful to me." She chuckles. "I could take you out. I could show you the marketplace, the Night Court, the Temples. All these marvelous places Marsilikos has to offer. I could use some diversion. Sébastien is already afraid that I get too bored and bother him too much with everything, hah! Did you know, that for a time, when I first arrived here in Marsilikos last spring, that I was a lady-in-waiting for a time to the Duchesse? Not for long, mind you." She chuckles again. "Well. I can take you to the palace, if you haven't seen… I mean, if you haven't been there yet."

Oli takes a deep breath. "The people I meet." He grumbles. "Marsilikos has not been friendly to me in general." He stares off in front of him and bites his bottom lip. "I've been to the market place and people just bump into me and the Night Court…" He shakes his head. "Only one good experience there… Sarielle. She's wonderful however, I put up a request to help my dreams. I signed the contract and paid the downpayment. I have not been contacted to arrange a time and it's been months." His voice breaks a little. "I would rather stay away from them." He grumbles. He shakes his head. "Everyone talks about how the palace is a sight to behold." He grins bitterly. "I think I just want to go back to bed."

"People bump into you? I understand that can be annoying…", Evelyne agrees with a soft sigh. "You need someone to come with you and make sure that doesn't happen. To look after you. What about this Sarielle? As you say, she was nice, you might wish to see her again?" Still not giving up, she continues with her optimistic approach. "Ah, come on…" A gentle nudge against his side. "I told you, I can take you there. It's not just the sights, but there are people as well. If you want to go back to bed, fine, but this won't get you any further. On the contrary."

Oli nods his head. "I have Henri that joins me and he does his best trying to protect me but it's so busy. The sounds are overwhelming." He blushes a little at Sarielle and bows his head. "She… responded to my sixteenth birthday request. I never got to go but…" He gulps and hugs himself. "She responded and at seventeen… it was all I could hope for. We danced." His ears even turn bright red. "To meet people? Who people?" He grumbles. "I shouldn't meet the Duchess as I'm an invalid."

"Not the market promenade then," Évelyne realizes with a soft sigh. "And no palace, because there are people. What makes you think that you shouldn't meet the duchesse? Companions, Oliver, you are a hard case. The temples then? Naamah's temple. Have you been there? It is nice and relaxing. We could go there, and you can tell me of how you danced with Mademoiselle Sarielle. At least she seems to have managed to make an impression, hmmm?" She leans back in her chair, giving him a long look. "Do you like music?", she wonders then.

The young lord pushes himself up and walks over towards his balcony window. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. "I'm sorry I'm frustrating you." He grumps. "I shouldn't meet her because look at me. I can't bow properly or do the…" He curtsies. "Or proper etiquette." He shakes his head. "I would just be an embarrassment to my house." He points out. "I have never been to the temples." He licks his lips. "Actually not Naamah's. I have been to Elua's to find Anse." He blushes at the mention of Sarielle. "She didn't treat me as lesser." He nods his head. "I love music."

"Well," Évelyne moves to stand and follows as Oliver moves over to the window. "First of all, you already know how to bow, don't you?" Her hand touches gently at his back and the other is placed on his chest, as the lady tries to show him. "Never curtsey, Oliver. Only ladies do that." She chuckles lightly. "A curtsey is actually much harder to perform. You should be grateful such won't ever be required of you. Question is, are you willing to put some effort in to become the next big thing in Marsilikos? You know, we could make the maidens pine for you. We should visit Naamah's temple and speak with the priests there, and also visit the baths. And then… we could either seek a contract for musical entertainment at Lis d'Or, or plan a visit to the opera of Marsilikos. How would you like that?"

He is easily guided by her and he bows his head when the bow stops before he stand. "With my fortune… I will head butt the duchess accidentally." He grumbles. "I can put in effort but I won't be the next big thing. People don't usually admire broken toys." He grumbles as he turns to where he thinks she is. "Though… We can visit the temp and the baths and maybe get Sarielle to dance because she's lovely. And… Opera? What is an opera like?"

"Just make sure to avoid hasty movements, and you should be fine," Évelyne says with a smile. "When bowing, I mean. You should also reach out your hand like this, to take the hand of the lady you greet, especially if it happens to be the Duchesse. Like this…" She places her own fingers into Oliver's hand. "Take it and lift it gently to your lips as if you were to kiss it." She smiles even more, and suddenly there is a faint change in the scent that surrounds her, a note of apples, he might notice. "If you are broken, you must be mended. And I believe, such can be accomplished by making your time spent here in Marsilikos worthwhile. I mean… You can't wish for Sébastien to send you back to Montmarlon, can you?" A thought that passes her lips, before she replies to his next question, "Opera is theater with people singing songs. The opera singers are highly trained, and their voices are the most beautiful ones there are. Actually… the longer I speak with you, the more I realize that you might actually benefit from more exposure to Lis d'Or, Oliver…"

The man does as he is directed to. He takes the hand and kisses it softly. He shakes his head as he stands there and gestures to his eyes. "Can't fix." He takes a deep breath and nods his head slowly. "Yeah my mother would kill me if I got sent home. Then I'd never be allowed to leave. She barely let me go this time." Oli grins at the idea of the opera. "That sounds lovely." He nods before he lifts a brow. "What do you mean?"

"I know," Evelyne murmurs. "But that doesn't give anyone the right to treat you with less respect, Oliver. You are a Basilisque, your brothers love you. You want to stay? Then go out and explore! I will help you. I am doomed to many hours of… well… not really doing anything during the day. We could use the opportunity and try to arrange a number of small 'expeditions' into the city, and maybe the outskirts of it? Imagine the thrill to have some tales to tell to Sebastien!" She chuckles, all delighted, when she sees the grin on Oliver's face. "The Opera it is, then. As for what I meant… Lis d'Or is the salon of refinement but also of the arts. They have very accomplished singers and musicians among their courtesans, but also some that are quite capable tutors of courtly etiquette.

The man does as he is directed to. He takes the hand and kisses it softly. He shakes his head as he stands there and gestures to his eyes. "Can't fix." He takes a deep breath and nods his head slowly. "Yeah my mother would kill me if I got sent home. Then I'd never be allowed to leave. She barely let me go this time." Oli grins at the idea of the opera. "That sounds lovely." He nods before he lifts a brow. "What do you mean?"

"I know," Evelyne murmurs. "But that doesn't give anyone the right to treat you with less respect, Oliver. You are a Basilisque, your brothers love you. You want to stay? Then go out and explore! I will help you. I am doomed to many hours of… well… not really doing anything during the day. We could use the opportunity and try to arrange a number of small 'expeditions' into the city, and maybe the outskirts of it? Imagine the thrill to have some tales to tell to Sebastien!" She chuckles, all delighted, when she sees the grin on Oliver's face. "The Opera it is, then. As for what I meant… Lis d'Or is the salon of refinement but also of the arts. They have very accomplished singers and musicians among their courtesans, but also some that are quite capable tutors of courtly etiquette.

He nods his head. "Perhaps because I'm the youngest I never felt respected in general by people. So far from any title and after I became blind that became a distinct lack of …" He takes a deep breath. "They took my signature away. My name. I can't write my name legally. I cannot sign a contract, I can't… use my name as a bind. My eyes took my name from me." His voice is soft. "Though yes, I am sure we can have adventures to tell Sebs." He finally nods his head and grins. "Yeah I should be more socialized. Learn etiquette."

"You were able to write your name before your accident though?", the young lady continues, in her never ceasing flow of questions she offers in a light tone. "So your signature should have as much weight as it had before. Except, that one could argue that you don't see what is written on the parchment you put your signature on. Hmm. This sounds like a dilemma. But I'm sure there must be a solution to that." Her voice is soft as well, holding only faint amusement as becomes a little more thoughtful. "Let us have these adventures," Evelyne tells him, her hand holding onto his. "And then… we can see where you be able to go from there."

The lord nods his head. "I can write my name but yes, legally as I cannot read the contract I cannot sign it. I have tried witnesses reading it and signing with me as back up but it still got called into question. My signature means little." He sighs a little and holds that hand. "Let us go adventure. I am sure you will get me into something silly." He smiles as her and bows his head. "Knowing the type of woman my brother loves means you crazy." He teases.

"Oh…" The amusement grows a little in her tone. "Does your brother actually love a type of woman? Our marriage is as it should be, purely consequence of political reasoning. I was actually sort of 'crazy' before I wed Sebastien, but after that I have had to reconsider some of my bad habits…" Her fingers squeeze his hand gently. "Hmm, I think I need to consult with some people versed in the legal laws. Witnesses and their signatures should definitely make a transaction valid." She pauses, considering. "We shall go adventuring, I shall think of something that will please you. Until we get to that, not a single word to Sebastien. It shall be a surprise. One of many," she declares.

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