A Warm Day of Winter (Kavala)

by **Stefan** on April 7th, 2014, 10:29 pm

Stefan sat there on the bench, listening to every word Kavala had to say. He sighed heavily... because she was right. By the gods... she was right, and he couldn’t do anything to deny it.

Trying to be something he was not didn’t help him... it was just a charade, and it was rubbish. He was perhaps an adventurous whore, but not a businessman; he was just a performer, nothing more, nothing less. But still... perhaps the Konti could help him? There was only one way to find out.

He watched Kavala as she got away, and breathed deeply, closed his eyes and spoke to her with a calm, yet serious tone. “You’re right. By the gods, you’re right... I’m trying to be something I’m not. I’m not a harlot, or at least not a good one, but by this point, you should already have noticed. You want me to be sincere? I’ll be sincere. At this point, why not?” he took another deep breath of the cold air, messing with his hair further. “I’m a musician, an artist, a lover, a hedonist, and a scoundrel... I sailed with pirates, and have the scars and tattoos to prove it. I’m not a prostitute, at least not a good one. I can give you pleasure, or drink somebody under the table, or get into a brawl or knife fight and probably win... but I can’t do this job right.”

Followed by that, he quickly got up from his seat, and followed Kavala. He tried to look at her in the eye, but if he couldn’t, well, at least he would try to make her listen “You see that’s it’s hard to me to seduce such a complex individual as you, and I apologize for that. My services were not satisfactory, weren’t they? So there’s that... but I would appreciate some help and advice... some feedback, if you will. Something to give a better service in the future. What do you say?”

Stefan was by not, by any means, a good negotiator, but he wanted that to change. He was aware that Kavala was an important businesswoman, and he was also aware that experience was the best teacher. The young bard realized that this date was ruined, but at least, he knew that something could be saved for it, and if he was lucky, go in good terms with Kavala.

by **Kavala** on April 8th, 2014, 2:06 am

The last thing Kavala wanted was the human to tell her that she was right. She didn’t want him following her, pestering her, apologizing yet again, and telling her all about himself. Him. Him. Him. Him. Him. How many people did she have to care for? How many times would the Gods demand she heal wounds, even when she didn’t feel much like a healer anymore, not as broken and bleeding inside as she was. Riaris was gone. He never loved her, none of them had, and here was yet another man trying to split the difference between pandering to her and demanding comfort from her. In the end, all Stefan had wanted was one thing. And that one thing was not what she’d come to him for. He kept talking, but of course, none of it was about her really.

The Konti halted in the street and set her blue gaze on the charlatan. Her expression was blank, without life and without judgment. It was as if she simply watched him through a long corridor where he was standing at one end and her at the other with the words between them not something she could hear. She quietly listened anyhow, withholding comment and not trying to reassure him or stop him. He wouldn’t care if she wanted him to stop anyhow. Odds are he would keep on talking, maybe even grab her arm roughly, make another suggestion, and ignore everything she’d said anyhow.

A smoldering sensation burned low in her belly but it wasn’t lust. It was a quiet fury that caught her off guard. The Konti was very rarely angry. She was about as understanding as they came. But lately things had been rough. Humans had been hard on her, taking advantage after advantage and even acting to the point of being insulting.

What did he want from her? Hadn’t she said her mind already? Why would he listen now when he hadn’t before? Kavala wanted to shout at him, but there was a fatigue in her that rendered it unappealing. Men were… difficult to deal with. And evidently those that were for hire were equally difficult. Was he just sticking around to earn his coin? What was a horrible time worth in today’s economy? Kavala would have liked to have cared about Stefan as a person, but he’d given her nothing of himself to do so. She would have liked to comfort him and tell him he was fine, and that he could be and do whatever he wanted too in life, but she knew her words would ring hollow and untrue.

Gods she hated humans. This had been the worst of the worst suggestions made to her and the woman that had done so would hear about it. Kavala realized Stefan was asking her a question once more and blinked back to the present.

“I wanted to hire someone to spend some quality time with. To talk too, to enjoy his company, and perhaps be escorted a place or two that interested us. I didn’t hire you to be a harlot for me. I thought I made that very clear. I am not a complex woman. None of us are overly complex. We all have simple needs and simple desires. When you figure that out, you’ll go a lot further in what you are attempting to do here and stumble less like you have with me. I don’t think my … request was out of line, overly complicated, or demanded a lot of skill. You would have known that had you simply heeded my words and listened to me.” Anger leaked out of her voice now, breaking the neutrality of her expression.

She reached into the pouch at her waist, withdrew twenty mizas worth of coin, and took his hand. Kavala pressed it into his palm and curled his fingers around the bounty. Then she turned, released his hand and walked away again. She’d had enough of humans, of men especially, and had decided there and then all that she needed in life, all in fact she could ask for, waited at home for her. No matter how much he tried to ask her or how many times he stopped her, Kavala wasn't sure she could make him understand none of this had been about him. If he could have just grasped that little fact, then things would have went a whole lot smoother.

by **Stefan** on April 9th, 2014, 1:58 am

The money talked quite loud, but not as harsh as her words. It was time for Stefan to simply give up, and so he let Kavala walk away, like an idiot with his hands full of mizas. It was a shame... he really liked her, but again, he was not a whore, or at least not a good escort. And for some reason, it made him sad... had he lost it? Stefan didn’t want to think about it.

It was rubbish, at least for him. He didn’t gain any experience, or parted in good terms... but he wasn’t going to reject the money, even though he knew he didn’t need it. Still, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed... truly, this was not how he imagined it. His job was to give someone a good time, but he utterly failed at it. It was apparent for him that he only was good at having sex, but sometimes, it simply wasn’t enough. He was a charming rogue, not a businessman... but at this rate, he thought he would never be.

He wasn’t going to show it, or even admit it, but her words truly hurt him. He felt awful for screwing up everything... but this time, he couldn’t turn back. Perhaps he needed more training? He couldn’t know, but truth be told, he was angry, mostly at himself. It was like a punch in the stomach, and to his pride... but again, he’ll have to swallow it. He knew he couldn’t win them all, but it didn’t hurt less for it. It wasn’t certainly a pity, but he couldn’t do anymore for it.

He breathe deeply the cold air of winter, and walked back to the brothel, hoping to not to get lost again. Right now, all he had in mind was to take these damn clothes off.

by **Shai** on August 16th, 2014, 2:50 pm

However hopeless the situation appears to be

There yet always exists the possibility of putting up a stubborn resistance

Kavala :

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