Wincing slightly as Shiress yelled at his ear Bolivar like any sensible man in his place did what he was told. Mentally scolding himself at the path he took Bolivar was just about to ease Shiress off until a gripping group of nails found itself on the nape of his neck. It took a few erratic steps along with an ungraceful jig before Bolivar finally set Shiress down. Hunched over the squire could feel his blood rushing as he nursed his injury. Quickly building more and more held in like a dam Bolivar wrenched for a tic before finally letting it all free.
"What the petch Shiress?!?!"
An incredulous look passed over his face as the pain was dully registered it self over and over again in his neck.
"You can't expect me not to react when you lose it like that!"
The squire could still feel his anger rising. First to be subjected to such utter confusion out of nowhere and to get attacked whilst trying to help. The sudden outburst was growing at it's peak and Bolivar could no longer guide his words.
"DARLING!!!
"Dearest!"
"Sweet Shiress."
Bolivar's face more or less returned to it's neutral expression before he moved his hand over his face. Rubbing just slightly over his brow Bolivar took a deep breathe trying to keep composure. His mind grasping at what to say the squire made doubly sure Shiress understood. Out of everything he said so long as she understood it would suffice.
"Be patient with me. I was at a lost with what to do and my body moved on it's own. I've yet to figure this out but I am willing to learn."
Shaking his head at his choice of words Bolivar internally squirmed at the way he was acting. To have lose composure! Something of that nature hasn't happen since he had left Sultros. Though this was for good reason. Something deep inside the squire galvanized the squire to do so and he knew what it was. It was not simply just lust or the fear of rejection that drove him to this. Surpassing those wanton emotions a warmth that pressed him out into an area uncomfortable to Bolivar. Bolivar scoffed as he realized what had just transpired, he could hardly be bothered to look straight at Shiress without his face reddening.
"I promise you that I will. If you'll have me Shiress. I want to be that man you can call yours."
The squire gradually gained courage as his words filled him with strength. Finally being able to face the crowd and more importantly the barmaid Bolivar set himself straight before offering his hand out to the other. The outstretched palm asking the question that Bolivar hoped Shiress would answer yes to. As embarrassed as he should be feeling Bolivar paid no attention to such a minor feeling when faced with something more. Love tended to make people do crazy things.
"What the petch Shiress?!?!"
An incredulous look passed over his face as the pain was dully registered it self over and over again in his neck.
"You can't expect me not to react when you lose it like that!"
The squire could still feel his anger rising. First to be subjected to such utter confusion out of nowhere and to get attacked whilst trying to help. The sudden outburst was growing at it's peak and Bolivar could no longer guide his words.
"DARLING!!!
"Dearest!"
"Sweet Shiress."
Bolivar's face more or less returned to it's neutral expression before he moved his hand over his face. Rubbing just slightly over his brow Bolivar took a deep breathe trying to keep composure. His mind grasping at what to say the squire made doubly sure Shiress understood. Out of everything he said so long as she understood it would suffice.
"Be patient with me. I was at a lost with what to do and my body moved on it's own. I've yet to figure this out but I am willing to learn."
Shaking his head at his choice of words Bolivar internally squirmed at the way he was acting. To have lose composure! Something of that nature hasn't happen since he had left Sultros. Though this was for good reason. Something deep inside the squire galvanized the squire to do so and he knew what it was. It was not simply just lust or the fear of rejection that drove him to this. Surpassing those wanton emotions a warmth that pressed him out into an area uncomfortable to Bolivar. Bolivar scoffed as he realized what had just transpired, he could hardly be bothered to look straight at Shiress without his face reddening.
"I promise you that I will. If you'll have me Shiress. I want to be that man you can call yours."
The squire gradually gained courage as his words filled him with strength. Finally being able to face the crowd and more importantly the barmaid Bolivar set himself straight before offering his hand out to the other. The outstretched palm asking the question that Bolivar hoped Shiress would answer yes to. As embarrassed as he should be feeling Bolivar paid no attention to such a minor feeling when faced with something more. Love tended to make people do crazy things.
