Post by Ozias Sorenson on Aug 10, 2023 18:31:08 GMT -5
[ For Ramses Oziason , @leander , and any other Coheedsman that thinks he might be invited (DM me) ]
The disgraced Cyrilsons were welcome to their little feast. Ozias would have one of his own.
Already, even this early in the evening, the once-revered Coheedsman was drunk. Though he’d never admit it to anyone—even himself—drunkness was a solid alibi for the recent slipping of his mind. Short-term memory loss, the inability to concentrate…all easily blamed on liquor if one was looking to avoid other explanations. Ozias sat now like a tyrant in a tall chair at the head of a long table in the courtyard. There were only a handful of Coheedsmen at what would have once been a roaring reception.
Though Ozias was too drunk to be bothered by it.
His youngest wife, Jessamy, sat on Ozias’s knee—not looking at all comfortable. His eldest wife, Velda, tended to the fire and cooking without even a glance from her husband. She was too old for his taste; not the beauty she once had been. Ozias regarded her as he would a maidservant. Occasionally he used her for idle amusement, but for the most part, he let her alone to tend his house.
Jessamy, however, was his jewel. As he drank, slumped in his chair, he kept one hand wrapped around her tiny waist. Slamming his cup down on the table, he glanced down at her stomach.
“It’s about time I put another child in you,” Ozias slurred, laying a hand on her bare stomach, “Bridgit can walk now, after all. If you have your arms empty you might as well have your belly full.” He took another deep swig from his cup. Jessamy did not finch. She ran her fingers patiently through Ozias’s hair, though her eyes were shining with fear.
“Bridgit is yet twelve, my love,” She cooed, “Almost a woman—”
“Bah—” Ozias, threw his cup to the ground, “Don’t tell me what I know, woman.” Jessamy flinched, still running her fingers through Ozias’s hair.
“Of course, my love. Of course, I’m sorry….” Her soothing voice seemed to still his agitation. With a sigh, he squeezed her gently to him, kissing her neck before motioning to Velda.
“More drink.”
Ozias looked about. He was expecting more, though whether they would show was a different story entirely.