As soon as they they were out, Callum relaxed heavily on Oliver.
“I will...I will most probably need help not only undressing. “
Oliver took his arm and draped it over his shoulders.
“What happened? Lean on me. “ The Lord did and Oliver felt his body sag against his.
The next thing that he felt was the strong copper smell and he clenched his jaw.
He had been right, then.
“Do you think you can take the stairs. “
Oliver looked at him and from that close he saw Callum’s hair was wet in the roots. His pale lips were pressed hard together, but he said.
“Yes, I think I can. “
“We need to call the doctor, Cal. “
He felt the Lord suddenly stiffen and it looked like he’d gathered all his strength left when he growled.
“Don’t you dare. “
“We have to. ”
“No. “
Callum cut short and clenched his hand around Oliver.
“I don’t know how bad it is.”
“It’s not. No
Almost is the worst place someone could be
“You can’t kill the stone by gazing at it. “Oliver turned, although he’d recognized the voice and her steps even before seeing her. Della sat down next to him.“I could try. ““Is the master all right?” she said serious.He was just about to say “Yes, “ or something that was supposed to be said in that moment, but he just admitted.“I really don’t know. “Della put her hands in her lap and said “ I think he doesn’t either. “Oliver laughed “It seems he does, it’s just bad for him. ““No, I don’t mean that. ““Then what?”She looked ahead.They were sitting at the small lake of the manor. The one in which Callum had been swimming and Oliver had jumped after him without even thinking.He had started coming here in the past few days when he wanted to just stay
It was so quiet, he could hear the clock's hands moving, the only thing breaking the complete silence. Oliver was in his nightshirt, reading the book he'd taken from Tennyson's study. He'd never read Dickens before, but he was sure that wasn't the real reason why he couldn't really follow the narrative, the words and letters in front of him were only black spots on the white paper, making no sense whatsoever , as his mind kept drifting to what had happened earlier today. That, and the fact he hadn’t seen Callum in a while was making things everything but make sense. The only person that had come talk to him that day was Della. Neither Adellia, or Jenny and Percy had inquired after the night Callum had gotten home and Oliver decided they’d probably assumed he had just been drunk. Oliver was beginning to hate the fact how everyone dismissed everything that happened to the Lord because of his habit. It was soo
It had been raining the whole day yesterday, but it had stopped earlier today and Oliver decided to take advantage of the relatively good weather.He occasionally helped inside, especially during the past few days, but he knew he needed actual physical work.It was bearable the first days, staying inside- but as time passed, he knew he'll need to move around more.In the army, they'd been on foot for days. After the army- even worse.Sitting in one place could only work for that long. H ealso didn’t know he couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened that night.Oliver had changed into an old shirt and a coat, with the idea of finding something to do in the mansion's yard.He found Percy grooming one of the big black mares in the stables."You need help with that?" Oliver pointed to the next horse, approaching the young man."Nay, there aint much to be done. " Percy smiled a toothy grin. "But you can keep m
"I found a spider. " Jenny announced and sat heavily on the chair, pulling it closer to the dinner table. "There are spiders the size of cats in here!""If you cleaned better, we wouldn't have them, " Percy said and she tore a piece from the bread near her and threw it at him.He caught it and ate it."Hey, that was mine, " Della complained, and Adelia scolded them "No shouting, eat your meals, come on."Oliver gave Della some of his and she smiled briefly before muttering a "thank you “.They were just finishing with their dinner when Thomas appeared and told Oliver he needed to be upstairs. The butler never ate with them, which was both to their relief and annoyance, as the man mostly thought of himself highly enough not to share his meal time with the rest of the servants.Oliver gave the ot
"Then suddenly, this chap jumps out of nowhere and hits me." "You? But why you?" "Beats me, I think they mistook Callum for a girl back then and didn't want to hit a lady." "They did not," Callum muttered grumpily. The three of them laughed and Oliver poured more gin for each. There were different glasses, scattered all over the table and he wasn't sure which was whose anymore. After they’d told everyone in the manor they were going on a short visit in the countryside, they had left for Kent the same day at noon and Xiao was waiting for them there in a small inn in the evening. "It tastes awful, almost worse than the food," Xiao said, tasting the alcohol. The food they'd brought them was, indeed, quite bad but neither of them had voiced any protest. Oliver had long ago learned not to be picky about his meals. It literally never mattered what he had, as long as it was food and he could have
When they arrived at Easterwel, Oliver paused, watching the country side house, as Callum referred to it. It was anything but a country house. The building was a bit smaller than The Fernsbury Manor, but at the same time there was something that made the place different. Magical. Oliver almost slapped himself for gaping like a complete idiot at it, and since when did those associations came to his mind. Nevertheless, he continued admiring the piece of art. Because that was what he was looking at. That was the place the household maids talked about occasionally. It very much resembled an actual castle, it was as if taken out of the stories Emma used to read as a little girl and dreamed of living in. Seeing one of those in front of him made Oliver feel out of place. The other time he'd felt that way and so strongly about it had been during the ball. It was dark, but he coul
The sunlight was peeking through the window curtains and Callum's warm body was pressed hard next to his. The deeper breathing meant Cal still hadn't woken up yet, and Oliver turned on his side and looked at the lord's sleeping face. Callum came from one of the most powerful families in the entire world, but Oliver had learned one thing and knew for sure -the Lord didn't want to be exactly part of it. Whatever it was, it was something close to that notion. Oliver searched his face and saw the freckles had faded away again, gone in the daylight. A sunray had settled in Callum's bright hair, the place where the ray touched the strands had turned them into the most beautiful color Oliver had seen.Scarlet. Cal looked peaceful. For someone like Oliver, the sight of someone sleeping soundly by his side still felt unreal. Like everything else. He still wasn’t sure if what he was doing was what Callum wanted. He
They left an hour later. The carriage took them somewhere north from Easterwel. Oliver didn't lose orientation, but one didn't exactly need specific tracking skills to know they were getting pretty far away from everything that included people wandering around. The coachman stopped at the end of the road and the two of them headed to the place Callum was given the address of. They paused before the old, presumably empty building. "Did they choose this place?" Oliver asked and stopped to take the place in. " I wasn't in the position to negotiate. " "How many of them are going to be in there?" "Two." Oliver took another look around, confirming there really wasn't anything nearby. That was never a good sign. "You know they'll be more than that. " "I should hope not that many." The Lord adjusted his hat and straightened up. "