[Her dismay should not read so plainly on her face, coming upon the rooming situations as they are. She's slept in large groups before! She's slept in situations both dreadful and dreamy, with mixed company, but that was very familiar mixed company.
[Ashe was in the same predicament. Sure, he's slept in many different places before with many different people, but he was familiar with them. The last thing he would want to do is be less than a gentleman. He does his best to give a friendly smile even though he was just as nervous.]
M-Married!? [Ashe nearly squeaked as his face heated up.] No! I mean not that I don't want to be married one day, but I haven't met anyone yet. I mean there are a lot of great people I know who I wouldn't mind being married to I just haven't...I'm not a knight yet so I don't think I can get married. Well, not true I am a knight, I just...
[Ashe wanted to hide in his hood after his outburst.] No, I'm not married. Um, are you? If you don't want to tell me that's alright too.
Rosamund is taken aback by the torrent of words, blinking wide. Shit. She really should have phrased herself better.
But also, it's a bit sweet? This is all such well-mannered stammering. And he's a knight, goodness. Just when she thought everyone was far ahead of her times.]
Nooooo, no no no, not married! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have opened with that. I just, uhm. [She waggles her head and her hands.] Wanted to make sure there wasn't going to be someone who'll be mad at you. Not that I plan on anything. Expect. Expect anything.
[Now she's flushing, ugh. Looking anywhere but him!]
We were assigned this! It was completely out of our hands! And it is a strictly professional situation. So. There's no need for us to feel nervous about anything. Because this doesn't mean anything.
[Shockingly, Ashe finds her in their room. She's finally conceded there's nowhere to be that's alone save this room, and even then it's an hourly coinflip whether it will remain that way.
She's on her side, hugging a pillow, no longer in her ratty gown but a comfortable nightdress, as modest as their shared eras deem necessary. Her back is to the door, but she calls out when it opens.]
[Ashe debated on coming back to the room after everything that's happened. He stayed out as long as he could without looking too suspicious. He could try to figure out the vending machines again or try to get some food from the mess hall or even sit at the window to look at space, but he couldn't stop his worry over her. He would come back to check on her then leave again if she wanted.
Ashe walked in and placed the food he gathered from the vending machines on their table.]
[Ashe bit back the urge to ask if she was sure. He nodded and took a seat at the table. He wanted to ask if she ate or drank anything, but didn't want to push too hard so soon.]
They're pretty amazing how quickly you can get different foods. I got a few sandwiches, some sweets, and a few drinks. Well, I put as much food in my pockets as possible. You're welcome to any of it.
[One day he'd learned how to work that kitchen.] If there was anything you wanted I don't mind getting it for you.
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WEEK 0: First Sunday
And certainly not with only one bed.]
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[She glances nervously at the other gentleman.]
So...hello. How are you?
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Hello, I'm good how are you?
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[Big smile!
And then silence. She looks to the wall. Then the door. Then at another wall.]
Are you married?
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[Ashe wanted to hide in his hood after his outburst.] No, I'm not married. Um, are you? If you don't want to tell me that's alright too.
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Rosamund is taken aback by the torrent of words, blinking wide. Shit. She really should have phrased herself better.
But also, it's a bit sweet? This is all such well-mannered stammering. And he's a knight, goodness. Just when she thought everyone was far ahead of her times.]
Nooooo, no no no, not married! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have opened with that. I just, uhm. [She waggles her head and her hands.] Wanted to make sure there wasn't going to be someone who'll be mad at you. Not that I plan on anything. Expect. Expect anything.
[Now she's flushing, ugh. Looking anywhere but him!]
We were assigned this! It was completely out of our hands! And it is a strictly professional situation. So. There's no need for us to feel nervous about anything. Because this doesn't mean anything.
Agreed?
WEEK 1: Sunday
She's on her side, hugging a pillow, no longer in her ratty gown but a comfortable nightdress, as modest as their shared eras deem necessary. Her back is to the door, but she calls out when it opens.]
Hello, Ashe.
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Ashe walked in and placed the food he gathered from the vending machines on their table.]
Hello, Rosamund.
[Gosh, what would he even say?]
...Did you want some more time alone?
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[It's also not fair of her to hog the space. He has to sleep eventually.
She also does him the courtesy of rolling upright, though she's still turned away from him.]
You really love the vending machines, huh? Anything interesting today?
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They're pretty amazing how quickly you can get different foods. I got a few sandwiches, some sweets, and a few drinks. Well, I put as much food in my pockets as possible. You're welcome to any of it.
[One day he'd learned how to work that kitchen.] If there was anything you wanted I don't mind getting it for you.