Post by Lucas Chevalier on Jul 14, 2021 20:34:27 GMT -8
Lucas was in awe as he watched Eurydice socially parlay with the other Freeholders. While at times some of her abruptness did make him flinch, as he was not used to speaking at that level or with that intensity, he couldn't help but find himself wishing he could have that same level of confident. It looked so...freeing. The Fairest also appreciated that her jockeying included elements of respect which made it easier for him to work his way into the conversation. Whenever she would turn to him and speak to him in a way that demonstrated she actually valued what he had to say--or at least that was the impression he was left with and chose not to challenge--he would flash her an appreciative smile.
By the time he was done with his song, he felt much more at ease around her. Their time together had helped actualize Eurydice into a fully fleshed person rather than a name on a paper that he primarily knew about through secondhand knowledge and gossip. Sure, he had seen the volatility that he had been warned about, but there was a genuine kindness beneath the surface too. Well, maybe kindness wasn't the right word or maybe it was. It was hard for him to pin down his exact thoughts on what he had been observing. There was an underlining...nurturing? Yes, nurturing nature to her. Which he supposed made sense since his understanding of the role of Sage Escort meant helping others explore their desires. In order to help folks really understand themselves, it couldn't be all manipulation. The Wyrd would pick up on that and he had to imagine make the manipulator's mantle become more dull. There had to be a sincere, genuine desire to help others grow as well.
"All-in-all, I've been doing okay."
Lucas offered her a reassuring smile while leaning in closer to her so that their shoulders were pressed against each other and they could lean into the other for support. While he conversed with her, his hand that was by her drifted closer to hers until he took her hand in his if she allowed him to do so.
"It's--phew, it's been a lot, hasn't it?"
Something had changed in him since he made his offering up to the Summer spirit of Victory. The sorrow he carried in him felt different than it had when he woke up in the morning. After he tossed the bottle onto the altar, a weight had been lifted from him. It was only in that moment he realized his own grief and what it meant to him. During his reflections, a subtle change had occurred inside of him. The Winter magic he held within him no longer felt like it had placed all of it's weight on his shoulders, constantly causing him to want to slouch, and withdraw into himself. Instead it spread all around him causing him to feel lighter and look up to make eye contact with others without having to burn several spoons in the process.
"My headspace can be difficult to describe sometimes." He softly laughed at himself. "Or most of the time if I'm being honest. For me...I feel like I've been asleep most of the time I've been in Vegas. I felt that way off and on in Detroit too. Over the past few months, I finally feel awake. So whereas everyone else has been awake for awhile and they are exhausted, I'm feeling refreshed. Every day that I wake up is a reminder that I've survived my worst days and if I keep moving forward, I won't have to relive those days ever again. Similarly, when I support others, I'm not looking to fix all their problems. I want to remind them that they are the ones who survived their worst days; they have it in them to keep doing it.
On a more practical, self-care level, I find it more manageable because I largely get to set my own pace. Unless I get sent an urgent order, I'm free to work on my personal and courtly duties at my own pace. Take tonight for example." He circled back to her earlier compliment.
"I can go to all the big to-do court events, sing, dance, drink, and be merry. I can burn through my spoons to go big like I did at Ostara and during the social rounds we made. I get to determine how of myself I want to share to others when I perform. There's no expectation for me to do it either, except maybe at Imbolc. I'll probably get signed up for official duties next time around. Otherwise, I get to be spontaneous. I get to go home and sleep in if I want. Performers like yourself who also have more intensive duties as a Chevalier...I would be exhausted if I was in your position. I'm sure you'll correct me if I'm wrong" He playfully winked at her while giving her shoulder a gentle nudge." But I imagine you have to work out multiple times a week. Your audience is expecting you to give parts of yourself during your performance. That's one of the big draws to live performances over movies and such, yeah?
On that note, have you been doing all right?" Eurydice
By the time he was done with his song, he felt much more at ease around her. Their time together had helped actualize Eurydice into a fully fleshed person rather than a name on a paper that he primarily knew about through secondhand knowledge and gossip. Sure, he had seen the volatility that he had been warned about, but there was a genuine kindness beneath the surface too. Well, maybe kindness wasn't the right word or maybe it was. It was hard for him to pin down his exact thoughts on what he had been observing. There was an underlining...nurturing? Yes, nurturing nature to her. Which he supposed made sense since his understanding of the role of Sage Escort meant helping others explore their desires. In order to help folks really understand themselves, it couldn't be all manipulation. The Wyrd would pick up on that and he had to imagine make the manipulator's mantle become more dull. There had to be a sincere, genuine desire to help others grow as well.
"All-in-all, I've been doing okay."
Lucas offered her a reassuring smile while leaning in closer to her so that their shoulders were pressed against each other and they could lean into the other for support. While he conversed with her, his hand that was by her drifted closer to hers until he took her hand in his if she allowed him to do so.
"It's--phew, it's been a lot, hasn't it?"
Something had changed in him since he made his offering up to the Summer spirit of Victory. The sorrow he carried in him felt different than it had when he woke up in the morning. After he tossed the bottle onto the altar, a weight had been lifted from him. It was only in that moment he realized his own grief and what it meant to him. During his reflections, a subtle change had occurred inside of him. The Winter magic he held within him no longer felt like it had placed all of it's weight on his shoulders, constantly causing him to want to slouch, and withdraw into himself. Instead it spread all around him causing him to feel lighter and look up to make eye contact with others without having to burn several spoons in the process.
"My headspace can be difficult to describe sometimes." He softly laughed at himself. "Or most of the time if I'm being honest. For me...I feel like I've been asleep most of the time I've been in Vegas. I felt that way off and on in Detroit too. Over the past few months, I finally feel awake. So whereas everyone else has been awake for awhile and they are exhausted, I'm feeling refreshed. Every day that I wake up is a reminder that I've survived my worst days and if I keep moving forward, I won't have to relive those days ever again. Similarly, when I support others, I'm not looking to fix all their problems. I want to remind them that they are the ones who survived their worst days; they have it in them to keep doing it.
On a more practical, self-care level, I find it more manageable because I largely get to set my own pace. Unless I get sent an urgent order, I'm free to work on my personal and courtly duties at my own pace. Take tonight for example." He circled back to her earlier compliment.
"I can go to all the big to-do court events, sing, dance, drink, and be merry. I can burn through my spoons to go big like I did at Ostara and during the social rounds we made. I get to determine how of myself I want to share to others when I perform. There's no expectation for me to do it either, except maybe at Imbolc. I'll probably get signed up for official duties next time around. Otherwise, I get to be spontaneous. I get to go home and sleep in if I want. Performers like yourself who also have more intensive duties as a Chevalier...I would be exhausted if I was in your position. I'm sure you'll correct me if I'm wrong" He playfully winked at her while giving her shoulder a gentle nudge." But I imagine you have to work out multiple times a week. Your audience is expecting you to give parts of yourself during your performance. That's one of the big draws to live performances over movies and such, yeah?
On that note, have you been doing all right?" Eurydice
