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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 13, 2008 1:18:25 GMT -5
"I didn't tell Armand!" he snapped. "Why would I tell him? Your the best friend of his sister, and you're the embodiment of woman who died by guillotine. It's not like it's hard to figure out." A tight edge had crept into his tone, replacing his usual haughty like-I-care attitude. It bothered him that Marie would think so little of his word.
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Post by Jules on Nov 13, 2008 1:36:07 GMT -5
Marie stared at him a moment, surprised. It had never crossed her mind that he hadn't been the one to blurt it out, and she was surprised he felt hurt by her assumption. Wouldn't anyone make the same one? Her tiny hand reached out and touched his, she had to lean forward a little to reach.
"I'm apologize, I did not stop to zink. I was just so embarrassed." Her hand twitched, wanting to touch the choker again, but it stayed where it was, holding onto Alex's gently and not very securely since he was not returning the hold. "And ee is your twin brothair, I zought maybe you told each othair everyzing." But then again, they weren't girls.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 13, 2008 1:53:08 GMT -5
His eyes softened.
Geez. What was it with him and girls lately? Even the slightest look of vulnerability and he melted like butter.
"I don't know why you're so embarrassed," he said. "A removable head is one of your finest features." He grinned, but he also understood. Socialites (better known as the people she might call friends) were real snobs.
And, no. He and Armand weren't nearly the buddy-buddy type of brothers.
He squeezed her hand. "So. Want to wreck the Gaia? Not literally," he was quick to add. "Just sample a little wine. Raise the tiniest bit of hell."
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Post by Jules on Nov 13, 2008 23:51:48 GMT -5
Marie hid a frown. The best part about her was that her head popped off? Lovely. She took her hand away, not wanting him to be the first to pull apart and considered his offer. What would people think if she waltzed into the Gaia with Alexander, the boy who'd burned part of it down not so long ago?
"Would zey even let you in?" She asked teasingly, "And what do you mean by 'ell? Because I'd like to leave ze building standing."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 13, 2008 23:57:37 GMT -5
"I mean," he said, "that we need some alcohol, and you're a bit too classy for the Faded. I'd rather not start another house fire. I doubt everyone would be so forgiving the second time around." Ha ha.
He traced his finger along the wet tile in a circle. "Unless you have a better idea."
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Post by Jules on Nov 14, 2008 0:20:10 GMT -5
"Non, sounds fine." Honestly, getting out of the house sounded amazing and she doubted even a Librarian Convention would've been boring with Alex around. "Don't look." She advised before hopping up the small staircase that led into the deep bath and going to the opposite wall where towels hung. She wrapped a luxuriously fluffy hot pink towel around herself in a sort of dress and slipped her feet into the slippers before turning around. Since the floor was quite wet she didn't bring Alex a towel, but she turned around so he could get out of the bath in privacy.
"I will just go get dressed.OH! Do you need clean clozing?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 15, 2008 23:19:40 GMT -5
He looked, but only a little.
He waited until she had turned before he climbed out and grabbed his own towel (pink, cute.) and wrapped it around his waist. He shook his head and was dry in an instant, but he kept the towel, since his own clothes were soaked in colorful paint.
"Er... that would be nice, but as open-minded as I am... I'm not wearing a dress."
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Post by Jules on Nov 15, 2008 23:32:18 GMT -5
Marie looked over her shoulder carefully when he spoke and turned when she saw it was safe. A grin touched her lips at the sight of Alexander half-naked in a pink towel. "Well, I went through a phase of zinking men's clozing was very posh." She said, and tilted her head, studying him. "I zink eet might be a bit too small. "Oh! I know." She lead the way out of the room and through the house back to the grand staircase. Sighing, Marie held onto the banister heavily and started to make her way up.
After the past hour or so, her ribs were clawing at her, but she wasn't giving up this day. "I zink the gardener left some clozing 'ere once."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 15, 2008 23:40:43 GMT -5
"Are you sure you're okay to be going out?" he asked, trailing behind her. He considered carrying her, but then though, in his current state, close body contact might not be a good idea.
He grinned broadly. "Why--- the gardner stay the night?"
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Post by Jules on Nov 15, 2008 23:46:29 GMT -5
"Oh non, I am fine." Even though it took her about ten minutes to get up the stairs. When she finally reached the top, she shrugged her shoulders and went into her bedroom. "Non, 'ee ran out of ze 'ouse screaming when 'ee zought 'ee decapitated me."
Which had been the day she'd started using the barbs. "I 'ired a girl gardener next time." She pulled open a drawer at the bottom of her dresser and kneeled on the floor, since it was easier than bending over. "'Ere you go. You can go into ze ensuite to change." She held out plain, slightly dirty jeans and a black tee.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 15, 2008 23:57:03 GMT -5
He took the clothes from her hands and followed her instructions into the suite. The clothes weren't actually too far off the mark from what he normally wore, minus the commando part. The gardner had been slightly smaller than him, though the same height, so the outfit was just a bit snug, but generally it fit.
He came back to her room and knocked. "Ready, your highness?"
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Post by Jules on Nov 16, 2008 0:12:22 GMT -5
Marie, again, was having to forgo her more elaborate, crazy outfits for simpler things that didn't require too much twisting around and sucking in to get into. So she felt very understated in a vintage lace and silk slip in a creamy taupe and flats (which meant she was a lot shorter than she was used to). She'd found a black ribbon off some skirt to tie her mass of unstyled hair back, but there was nothing she could do about the lack of makeup.
"Almost." She called when she heard Alex at the door. Marie stared into the mirror, trying to bring in that powder-pale complexion she usually had, and for a moment she'd have it, and then her ribs hurt again, or her arm decided to throb and it was gone. She made a face at her reflection and finally stepped into the hall, closing the door behind her and gave Alex a once-over.
"Leetle, snug, non? It's okay zo, skinny jeans are in."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 16, 2008 0:24:11 GMT -5
He shrugged, unaffected. "Whatever. I look good in everything, regardless of style." He paused and studied her own outfit. "And you don't look bad yourself. I like the no make up thing."
They headed down the stairs and he glanced down at himself, running a hand over his chest. "Although... I'm a bit casual for the Gaia."
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Post by Jules on Nov 16, 2008 0:31:33 GMT -5
Damn. The moment he said that, she could feel herself stop even trying. She would not give up makeup just because Alex said he liked it. She would not. Well, maybe just for now. "You and I 'ave that in common." She said, sparing a frown for her plain outfit. "You burn ze place down, but you are concerned you don't meet up to ze dress code? And men say women are strange. Where else would you like to go? I am not going to zis 'Faded'. I 'ave 'eard about eet and I do not feel like contracting any diseases today." Marie stared down the stairs.
If the state of her ribs wasn't temporary, she so would've invested in an elevator. "Viens. Eef I start now we can be somewhere by evening."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 16, 2008 0:37:11 GMT -5
"I was actually thinking me might ditch the social scene altogether. You know, keep the alcohol, lose the crowd."
He sighed as if terribly annoyed and picked her up, carrying her the rest of the way down the stairs, saving them at least ten minutes. She was like an over-sized doll, petite. He set her down and raised both brows.
"I bet our hammock is free."
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