Poster: Robert Frasier
Post # 20
Lisette McTiel & Robert Frasier
paused on the porch as she thought she saw someone or ones move down the
alleyway. A shake of her head before the door was opened and she to step
within. Warmth was welcome as nimble fingers drew along the fur edging
of her hood to lower it. Blond hair was wet free as sky blue eyes swept
over the others. Smile curled fully until she saw one to have it falter
slightly. "Evening." It was late and she was surprised some
were still here as she crossed the distance to the bar.
"From what I've seen, she has her family to help her with that,
" He smiled then stiffened slowly. Surely Lisette couldn't have
gotten the note he sent to her already. And of course, Patrick had
stepped outside. "Evening, Miss McTiel."
"She's nae really trustin' all her family at t'e ..." For
some reason Robert was one of those people it was easy to talk to, but
the wound for Linn was still raw and open. When his attention shifted
hers did as well, dark eyes just as openly appraising the woman as she
did to any man, leaning her back up against the bar. " Evenin',
lassie. M'names Linn." Naturally friendly!
Cognac was set in front of her and she drank it down. It barely touched
back to the bar counter before she stepped away. Cloak still on her as
she rounded on Robert. Luckily her hands were small and probably would
not do a whole lot of damage as it was fisted and pulled back fast then
shoved right into Robert's stomach. She didn't try hitting him in the
jaw for it would probably break her hand. She had not gotten any note
and he would know what it was for as well the kick to his shin. Now she
felt a little better. She stepped away as she turned to Linn. "Nice
to meet you Linn, I'm Lisette." So the words were a little strained
under her breath. They were still cordial.
That was definitely not something she saw every day! Instead of doing
anything she merely gaped, eyes widening ... and then began to laugh. "Sorry,
Rob, but ... och, I dae sae love a lassie wit' a guid punch!" It
was nothing personal against Robert, she did adore the Frasiers. "'Tis
a true pleasure, Lisette. I'm likin' t'e lassies I meet here more
an' more every day. Got spirit, ye dae!" Spirit was a thing
they shared, and Linn approved of heartily! Just ask all of her
male cousins. They could tell of broken noses and black eyes given many
a time from Linn!
A smile graced her lips upon seeing Lisette. "Good evening,
Lisette" Softly spoken with a wave before the paper, she had taken
with her from the table was folded on her lap.
Caught off guard, Rob let out an exhale of air, doubling over. She
hadn't hit the damaged ribs, but that kick to the leg made him collapse
in pain. He barely heard Linn as he closed his eyes.
"Rob!" Him falling was not part of the
humor, and it surprised her, although again Linn had no idea that he was
hurt. Concern immediately came, kneeling down on the floor and reaching
out to gently touch his shoulder. " Robert, ye were hurt ...
oh crikey." Without allowing him time to argue, Linn slipped
her head under one of his arms and started to rise, trying to help him
back to his feet. She was very strong, but then again, she was
Irish !"C'mon, luv, I'll get ye tae t'e couch. What in t'e world
have ye been daein'?" Sinead obviously had not been telling
her everything. Crikey!
Kimber chose to keep her gaze on the paper, Good Lord!
"It's all right. She just kicked where it was fractured." It
came out harsh because that damn well hurt! "I deserved it."
She knew Robert was hurt, but also knew Lisette well enough, or so she
thought, she would not belt anyone for the sheer joy of it. "Robert
are you all right?" Spoken from her perch on the leather, she did
not know he had wounds, only thought he had a cold when he came to
Thistle with Patrick that night.
"Well, I dinna doubt t'at ye deserved it, still doesna mean now
t'at it's over I canna fuss," any time a woman just strode
in and struck a man, they definitely deserved it. Linn would not
begrudge the woman that particular joyful feeling of righteousness, even
smiling to her in a carefree way, still assisting Rob back to his feet. "
Lemme take a look at it, luv. I may nae be as guid as Sinead, but I
got me a healin' touch tae."
He would have been laughing if it didn't hurt so bad. Brought down by a
wee slip of a woman when it had taken several guards to do it before. He
didn't argue with Linn but Frasier greens were on Lisette. Neale was
That looked like quite a good punch. Lisette was a strong wee slip of a
The fury was in her eyes that turned back on Robert. "He doesn't
need to be coddled. He knows exactly what that was for and I'm sure he
will agree." She didn't take a dagger to him at least.
Well, that worked for Kimber with a smile given to Lisette, she quickly
dropped her gaze to the paper. Leaving this certain predicament between
"But I like coddlin'. I sae rarely get tae dae it, wit'
me cousins all manly an' refusin' any help." Winking over to
Lisette, in full appreciation of the woman's anger. " Cor,
Rob, what did ye dae t'get her riled up sae?" Murmuring to
his ear since they were close now, still amused despite it all.
The murmur was the part about her being riled. That was not meant for
her, but rather him. Curiosity was just one more feline quality about
Arms crossed just beneath the swells of her breasts as a triumph smile
spread. She would stand there and watch him being coddled by the woman
for his poor boo boos and it showed in her look upon him.
He looked at Linn then at Lisette. "Long story, Linn." One he
couldn't share yet. "Lady McTiel, will you at least allow me to
explain?" Then if she knifed him, Linn could get Sinead back here
with Patrick to take his body back to Falkirk.
It only proved to her these macho men who disguised themselves were
really just big babies when it came down to it. The smile faded as eyes
narrowed. "What is there to explain?" Maybe she would give him
that benefit of the doubt for usually Lis was very kind but she was not
wanting to show that softer side to her. Not here. Not him.
True enough. She still allowed him to lean upon her as much as he
needed, a sturdy rock of support when she wanted to be, glance moving
between the two of them with a big grin. Oooh this was funny!
"My reasons." He answered Lisette before Linn got a slight
smile. "I'll let you look at it before I leave." He walked out
of the damn prison with it broken. He could bloody well stand on it now,
and he straightened though it caused sweat to bead on his brow.
This wasn't good, not at all. And that was clear to any, but she did
lift her gaze to smile to Lisette only to lower her gaze once more.
Robert she knew, Lisette she knew as well. So she would keep her nose in
" Oooh, grand! I can pretend tae be sensitive an' sweet an'
offer tae kiss all yuir pain 'way. T'ough t'at wouldna be verra
professional of a nurse would it? Blast!" The outrageous way
she spoke and fluttering eyelashes were so overdone it had to be fake,
plus the laughter that came after was certainly self-mocking. " Now
explain tae t'e lassie, Rob, an' be guid." Slipping away
from him to allow him to stand, giving them their space by heading over
to Kimber instead. Linn did not like being solo, so someone had to be
found to play with! " Kiiiiimber. I heard a wee rumor just a
short while 'go." Completely casual, plopping down in her
comfortable way nearby the woman, knowing the paper would be lowered
soon since it was ruuude to read when someone was talking!
"You wish to explain here." Slight waving flip of her hand but
she doubted it very much all considering. Plus, she knew his secret. He
may have noticed she had not stated that so in lieu she hit him
Definitely poor Kimber. The only way to entertain her was often by doing
or admitting to things! Linn was all about the mischief!
Again Nooooooooooo. Poor Robert. " What rumor is that, Linn?"
Paper forgotten as her gaze lifted from the printed words to give her
attention to Linn.
"Well, a wee friend o'mine told me ..." Verra wee
friend. "T'at ye kicked some bloke in t'e hall nae too long
'go, an' I'm wonderin', was it fer a guid reason?" So very
eager to hear, lowering her voice as if they were about to be sharing
secrets. Besides, Rob and Lisette were busy.
He couldn't stop the smile when Linn acted the way she did but when she
walked away, Rob became serious again. "No, not here." He
wasn't that foolish. "Some place you're comfortable." He
wasn't getting any closer to Lisette than he had to.
Sinead and Patrick too, so it was up to Linn and Kimber now to keep the
fort down! "Ahhh, and what friend would this be?" Curious she
was, but the half grin coiled with ease on her lips.
"Trust me, luvie, ye dinna even want tae know." Reaching
over to pat Kimber soothingly upon the hand, grinning as the potcheen
was lifted to her lips. " Sae tell me, was it Brogan?"
She knew him, and knew their situation, from Sinead.
"The gentleman I accosted." As she would politely put it.
"Does not understand what he did, perhaps a kick to his shin will
make him see the light?" Shrug with a wink given as well and tilt
of brow at the pat, but said nothing.
"Such polite words yuir usin', Kimber. 'Tis the silvery words
of a person tryin' nae tae answer. " Resting back in the
chair, both hands were raised lightly, to show there was no offense. "
I willna push ye, lassie, but t'ere's nae one else 'round, sae ye
can at least have an open audience wit' me."
"You have an office here?" Little did she know what that
office had been used for by a few.
"Yes, we do." He motioned toward the hallway. "Shall
we?" He could be as formal as Neale if necessary.
"Yes, it was, Brogan, Linn. We spoke of understanding one another,
which I believe we did not. Hence I kicked him in the shin." Smile
warmly, not wishing to offend Linn, truly she did not.
Blue eyes trailed over his features, especially his eyes as she passed.
She still didn't look none too happy on all of this. She wasn't one to
hide things on the norm. Right on by and down the hall as she waited for
him there to lead her to the one they had.
"I wouldna hold yuir breath waitin' fer a bloke tae understand
ye, luvie. T'ey never dae. " Dryly spoken, tossing back the
mass of black curls, snorting to emphasize the point. " Ye've
had a long day, haven't ye lassie?"
He brushed a hand through dark hair as he watched her walk by, tensing
slightly. With a glance back at Linn and Kimber, he limped his way down
the hall and to the office. Ever a gentleman, he waited for her to go
through first. The guards were there watching. She had nothing to
"Aye, Linn.. too long" Smiles warmly, she still felt awful
about the brothel thing. The words with Brogan were not good, yes bad
day indeed. "Think I can wake up and start it over again?"
"I'm a fond believer t'at t'morrow is always another beginnin.' An'
t'at even on bad days, guid t'ings can be found." The
evening before had wrecked that day, but still, Linn had managed to
salvage some peace from other events. " T'en again,
lassie, I'm an optimist. Gotta believe t'at t'ings'll get better, aye?"
"Of course.. just at times.." Sigh blew thru her lips shaking
her head.. "Sometimes you feel only bad things happen, you know?
Wondering when the silver lining will come."
She stepped within finding the room warm so she took off her cloak as
she headed for the hearth. She stood there while basking in its heat
facing him. She wore a figure flattering dress what he could see of it
in a deep blue crushed velvet. Low neckline was still discreet but it
was the fire in her eyes more noticeable, yet contained. The cloak
wrapped over her arms looked more like her holding a shield. Golden
lashes lowered some as she waited.
He watched her a moment before closing the door and motioning to a
chair. "Would you care to sit?" He couldn't help but be
affected by how she looked standing there. Delicate, almost doll-like,
save for the fire in her eyes. He looked toward the window a
moment, trying to collect his thoughts.
Perhaps it was the way the soft glow from the fire played upon the gold
of her hair? Some parts like spun sunlight while others took on the
reds. She tore that look from him to the chair as she seemed reluctant
but finally did as he requested being he asked and not demanded. The
cloak was still bundled but the length of it spread out over the bend of
her knees. Lashes lifted as the blue of the sky itself regarded him.
He waited until she sat before doing so himself, though it likely
wouldn't be long before he was up and pacing. That seemed to be a
Frasier trait. "I know at this point, these are only words, but,
I'm truly sorry that I scared you so badly, Lisette. I was careless and
stopped the coach of someone I shouldn't have, for the second
time." He held up a hand to stop her from saying anything. "I
only ask that you listen to why I'm doing what I am before you make
judgment on me."
"It was more than scared. I felt like I'd been r.." Lips
pursed as the word couldn't pass them but it was not a good feeling to
be robbed even if she was not directly taken any monies from. It still
had the effect. She silenced and waited to hear him out. Blue eyes never
strayed from his.
Rob nodded and looked down. "Most ... no, all of the women I've
robbed, save two, have found it exciting. Which makes you so much more
of a lady. Lisette, what do you know of Haclymas?" He looked up
again, forgetting the pain as he watched her face. "Of the people
She frowned slightly. Other women found it exciting? It was hard for her
to comprehend that. Did they not care for their safety or the
others with them? Her thoughts scattered with his question. "I know
nothing of this place or their people. We only traveled through that
area from further north as my friend offered to see to my safety back
here where I had called home before. I had to leave when my family
needed me so was gone a few years.." Trailing off with the lift of
a small hand from the folds of material of the cloak to dismiss her own
prattling and let him continue.
"It's not like here. The oppression hangs over the people like a
shroud, and the nobles care nothing for them." He stood and paced,
not noticing the limp. "I worked there for several weeks and found
they wouldn't take money from me. To them I was no better than those
nobles. So, I took on the guise of the Fox. I rob the nobles and give
the money to the poor." He gave her a slight smile, almost boyish.
"I know. Too many books, but they accepted my help in that
way. Until I got cocky." He looked at her. "I don't ask you to
forgive me for what I did. I just ... want you to understand." As
he stood now, in the glow of the fire light, the bruises that were
nearly faded could be seen. He didn't mention the prison, his arrest.
Only that he had been too cocky.
"So you thought we were nobles from there." A tilt of her head
came with the slight lowering of her lashes. "A Robin Hood of your
own making. The cause one of the heart but the means against the laws
but the laws there are corrupt. It could be argued if one wrong warrants
another wrong. In that wrong you had wronged me and my friend plus the
guard." Lips pursed in thought. "I think the money taken from
my friend should be returned at least. If he wants to donate it to your
cause it should come that way then taken." A soft sigh escaped as
fingers now fiddled with the fur of the cloak's hood as she glanced
down. "I can understand why you were doing what you did."
Lifting those blue eyes only to notice the bruises and she had noticed
the limp. "You were willing to risk your physical well being for
"I was riding to help someone there when I was ambushed, and taken
to their prison. I was held for a week until they finally freed
me." He smiled slightly. "Though I can't explain how." He
paused then continued. "I intend to continue though I'll be more
careful and I will return your friend's money."
"You live your life dangerously Robert Frasier. On the edge even if
it is for a good cause. I cannot say it is wrong if it is right for you.
I would take care not to stop those that are innocent for then you
become as they are." She rose from her seat as she studied him in a
greater intensity. "Two wrongs don't make a right but wrong doing
should be stopped and accounted for."
"I swear I'll be more careful, choose more wisely." He didn't
look away this time, meeting those blues with a lift of his head.
"Thank you for allowing me to explain, Lady McTiel." He
hesitated then held out his hand.
A slight hesitation came before she took that step closer to slide her
hand into his. Skin was silken soft he might notice. "I do not wish
not to like you Lord Frasier." It was a way of asking time for all
that happened. "I wish not to see you harmed in this."
Frasier greens meet soft blues and Robert smiled. "I
appreciate your concern, Lady McTiel. It's my hope we can speak
again soon." He bowed and brushed his lips over her knuckles
before releasing her hand and stepping back. Rob opened the door
for her and watched her walk away before closing the door. First,
a bottle of potcheen to help deaden the pain of his leg, then he'd
return to Falkirk by way of the carriage. Lowering into a chair
after pouring himself a full glass, he chuckled softly and shook his
head. It seemed the perfect way to end what had been a day full of