Alasdair Ildaw
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 Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 3:53 pm Post subject: Ildaw Trading Company - Alasdair's Story |
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The dark brown hair is all he could see as his eyes peered through the healer's window, the storm raging about him. There was something he could do, he knew, but his stomach ached at the thought.
The Executor of the estate had the gold they so desperately needed. Gold to cure her ailment, to save the life of his sister, the responsibility he tried but could never keep.
Pain coursed through his heart... He needed a drink. But the shivver of the wet night was all he had...
Thoughts betook him, for sleep would not tonight.
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(Seven Years Ago)
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Their eyes met across the bar, her golden hair dancing in the smoke-clouded den. But there was enough drink in his stomach for the romance to be palpable, even with the hoots and hollars of the other patrons.
An up-class man, sitting in the lowest drudge in Britain, his heart racing for a bar maid. More of the beast, slithering down his throat.
Her eyes had caught him,and the size of his coin purse, as she drank to numb the feeling of the slaps to the rear, and the gropeing she was destined to endure, and with ever shot his wallet became increasingly appetizing.
The night grew old as her shift came to a close, Alasdair remained the only patron there... or at least upright. Though the racing of his heart never stilled, untill the morning followed. He woke and she was gone. All of his gold with her. A note lay on the pillow her beautiful hair had rested not hours ago.
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Stranger,
I thank you for the night, and for the pay to boot. Mu husband and my bed rest at home, and it would be most unladly like of me to make them wait.
Goodbye, forever.
Julia. |
His eyes stung at his thoughts, and after all these years there was still pain in the message of being betrayed. A pain that he never really shook. A pain for his youth, carelessness, and foolishness.
The next few years were worse and worse, his obsession bordering insanity, returning every night to the same dive, pouring his gold into liquor, and liquor into his gullet. Everynight he needed more, and everyday his wallet felt it.
Gambling was next, the logical step for him, to win back some of what he lost. Sure-fire bets, he told himself. Bar-room brawls, who would come out on top... But the sure-fire turned to the foolish of dice and cards as drink poisoned his mind.
The women floated by, one by one, different each night, and all for a price. Awakening every morning slowly more destitute than the night before. A new face, never of Julia to greet him.
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His eyes beat back sleep, as the cold wind blew through him. Their house was gone, and they were on the street.
They were on the streets and his siter was dieing...
He needed a drink. |
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