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- Posted: Wed, 14 Jan 2009 05:52:09 +0000
☾۰ Marguerite
Look there she goes, that girl is so peculiar
I wonder if she's feeling well
With a dreamy, far-off look
And her nose stuck in a book
What a puzzle to the rest of us, that belle
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Marguerite would have been quite content to meet Erik's stare for the rest of time, if his biting mock of a statement broke the silence. Immediately her lips parted to respond in some manner, and a soft intake of air was even audible before she froze again, indecision flashing in her eyes before her mouth slowly shut. Her head tilted slightly in consideration as she continued to meet that unyielding gaze, not answering him. While generally she wouldn't have been so unresponsive, the confusion she still harbored left her feeling unsure of what to expect.. Not to mention, the look he was setting on her was quickly proving uncomfortable for her. It wasn't that he seemed angry - if anything, that might have been better. That she could have at least understood, given what she pulled earlier that night... or 'last night', as the case may be. No, the gaze he had set on her was quiet, and searching, as though he were looking for the answer to some puzzle he couldn't quite figure out. And meeting that stare was disconcerting.
Meg pushed her body up further so she could fully sit up, the burning pressure in her side rising with the movement and making her quickly lean back against her headboard to help soften the pain. But the discomfort did help remind her of the unexamined wound - at least by her - and she surrendered their little staring contest to glance down at it. All she could see was a slight bulkiness at her abdomen under another simple white nightdress, buttoned up the front. But she still raised one hand to delicately lay over her side at the spot, feeling the outline of unseen bandages through the fabric, the discovery only adding more questions to the quietly rattled woman's list. How badly had she been hurt? Who had bound her side when she was unconcsious? ...and what had that person seen that they shouldn't have while they dealt with the wounds? That last question brought Marguerite's attention back to Erik, her eyes turning up to search his face and mirror his own, scrutinizing look.
“You say that like there was some question on the matter.” While she made the belated reply sound as light as possible, there was an obvious undercurrent of real question in it, her face echoing it as she quieted again. She wrung her hands in the sheets before burying them under the fabric for protection from the cold that seeped into the space, trying to better make out his own expression from beneath the shadows that fell over him in the darkened room. Finally, the discomfort she was slowly gaining from his and her own overall silence pushed her to 'get to the point' so to speak, honest curiosity falling over her as she spoke again. “I... if you are here, I assume you wanted to say something?”
Look there she goes, that girl is so peculiar
I wonder if she's feeling well
With a dreamy, far-off look
And her nose stuck in a book
What a puzzle to the rest of us, that belle
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Marguerite would have been quite content to meet Erik's stare for the rest of time, if his biting mock of a statement broke the silence. Immediately her lips parted to respond in some manner, and a soft intake of air was even audible before she froze again, indecision flashing in her eyes before her mouth slowly shut. Her head tilted slightly in consideration as she continued to meet that unyielding gaze, not answering him. While generally she wouldn't have been so unresponsive, the confusion she still harbored left her feeling unsure of what to expect.. Not to mention, the look he was setting on her was quickly proving uncomfortable for her. It wasn't that he seemed angry - if anything, that might have been better. That she could have at least understood, given what she pulled earlier that night... or 'last night', as the case may be. No, the gaze he had set on her was quiet, and searching, as though he were looking for the answer to some puzzle he couldn't quite figure out. And meeting that stare was disconcerting.
Meg pushed her body up further so she could fully sit up, the burning pressure in her side rising with the movement and making her quickly lean back against her headboard to help soften the pain. But the discomfort did help remind her of the unexamined wound - at least by her - and she surrendered their little staring contest to glance down at it. All she could see was a slight bulkiness at her abdomen under another simple white nightdress, buttoned up the front. But she still raised one hand to delicately lay over her side at the spot, feeling the outline of unseen bandages through the fabric, the discovery only adding more questions to the quietly rattled woman's list. How badly had she been hurt? Who had bound her side when she was unconcsious? ...and what had that person seen that they shouldn't have while they dealt with the wounds? That last question brought Marguerite's attention back to Erik, her eyes turning up to search his face and mirror his own, scrutinizing look.
“You say that like there was some question on the matter.” While she made the belated reply sound as light as possible, there was an obvious undercurrent of real question in it, her face echoing it as she quieted again. She wrung her hands in the sheets before burying them under the fabric for protection from the cold that seeped into the space, trying to better make out his own expression from beneath the shadows that fell over him in the darkened room. Finally, the discomfort she was slowly gaining from his and her own overall silence pushed her to 'get to the point' so to speak, honest curiosity falling over her as she spoke again. “I... if you are here, I assume you wanted to say something?”
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Day one, day one, start over again
Step one, step one,
I'm barely making sense
For now I'm faking it
Until I'm pseudo making it
From scratch begin again
Giry ۰☽
Day one, day one, start over again
Step one, step one,
I'm barely making sense
For now I'm faking it
Until I'm pseudo making it
From scratch begin again
Giry ۰☽