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 Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 10:11 am
Geoffrey raised his eyebrows as she moved herself closer to him. He smiled and nodded. "I agree. It shall be much easier to talk now." And of course he wouldn't protest to her pressing up against him as they danced, what man in his right mind would?
He listened as she continued to speak and shrugged lightly. "Well I'm not saying I would be changing. Like I said before, I like people who are unique and can stand out to me. Be that personality wise or looks wise. Then again what use is a beautiful woman like yourself if you have no brain? Looks are of course important, but I try my best to overlook that part and focus mainly on personality. If you have a wonderful intriguing personality then I'm sure looks would not be quite so important." He told her with a nod.
Geoffrey smiled as she asked about her looks in the future to come. "Darling I wouldn't even worry about such things. Besides if your front were as flat as your back I may not have minded...if you would be so kind as to let us have a chat after this dance. Like I continually say, I must get to see your personality too. I've seen quite a bit of it this evening, and I have actually enjoyed it." He said with a smile. It was true, he liked the fire in her that made her stand up for herself. She was meek nor shy. She was daring.
Geoffrey found himself frowning though after the kiss instead of smiling, like he should have been. Of course now he followed her without hesitation, but she'd managed to slip into her carriage and ride away before he could catch up. Sighing, the youngest grandson turned, and headed back into the ballroom.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 10:24 am
Tori lightly cleared her throat and thanked the driver of the white carriage she had arrived in, before taking a step out. She made her way along the stone path to the oak doors that lead to the inside of the mansion. A young gentleman opened the door for her, bowing slightly, and she gave him a gracious smile along with her thanks. She entered inside and gazed around the large and very beautiful mansion, carefully making her way down the steps to the main ballroom.
Tori made sure to be careful about her navy blue and black gown that trailed behind her slightly. Her corset held in her already slim stomach and pushed her chest upward a bit. It gave her a very curvy but slim figure in the dress, which was rather elegant. It followed her figure neatly but then flowed out into a long black skirt on the bottom with folds of blue. The black part of the dress was made of a soft velvety material and the blue was made of silk. It was encrusted with gems along the top of the bodice. The sleeves puffed out a little at her shoulders, and then it slimmed down until it reached her elbow. At the elbow the sleeves fanned out, showing off more of the blue silk inside.
She sighed as she made her way through the crowd. She didn't know why she even bothered coming to these balls. Nothing ever truely amazing happened. The rich people who'd hosted the ball showed up, everyone admired them for a few hours, and then went home. Then there was the bunch of men who made a try at each of these to find some lady who had maybe had a bit to much to drink, or was desperate enough to get her into bed that night.
Eventually Tori had found a seat at one of the small tables. She'd been searching for an empty one so she could sit alone. Sure, she could have sat at any but she did not feel like talking to others at the moment. All the men would try to hit on her and the women would have been gossiping and talking about gowns and the grandsons of the duchess at this ball. In fact, one was just being introduced and Tori looked over half interestedly.
Apparantely his name was Rafael and the smug expression on his face along with all the women that immediately flocked to him told Tori that he was well know. She took a glass of champagne from one of the waiters going by with a tray and watched boredly. She smirked and shook her head in disbelief as the man simply brushed off all the women and continued through the crowd with a distinct arrogance. What a charmer. She thought rolling her eyes as she took a sip of champagne. It was the rich fools like him she was glad to avoid by not having a persistent mother wanting to her marry him or by not being so wealthy that he noticed her. No she was a simpleton who would occasionally splurge on a gown like this and attend one of this fancy balls.
Becoming bored yet again, Tori rose from her seat and made her way to the banquet table. Atleast they always had good food at these things. She took a small plate and began putting a few pieces of fruit on it, deciding to just start out light. She'd be here for a long time and didn't want to fill up on food now and be tired for the rest of it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:23 pm
A pair of stoic green eyes carefully studied the elaborate setting before them. A setting of merriment, of laughter, of an underlying truth and intrigue. The guests at the evening's ball moved about with measured formality and friendliness. Always keeping deliberate balance of the two as they greeted and conversed with one another with purposeful yet subtle prying. Particularly between the women. The beautifully clad women in the finest silks embroidered by the vigilant hand of some unknown tailor. Women like the mother of one Gabrielle LaPointe. Or rather, "Mademoiselle LaPointe" as she has thus far been greeted.
At this specific moment, the young woman who's soft features denounced her detatched and impassive persona, was caught up in conversation with the Baron Francois Valcourt. An associate of her father's whom she had only minutes ago been introduced. It was a dry and unaffectionate conversation, strictly one of those which was customary upon acquaintance. One which Gabrielle found most comfortable. Most safe. However the night was moving on and there were many more people which her eager and impatient mother wished for her to meet.
"You will excuse the intrusion Baron, but I'm afraid I must collect my daughter, if you wouldn't mind."
The sugared voice of Gabrielle's mother drifted to the conversation, cutting the pair's words short with her firm tone sharper than the edge of a blade. The baron respectfully obliged and bowed out, after proffessing his adieu.
Without any further explanation, Madame LaPointe took her daughters arm firmly and led her away to be introduced to yet another influencial and respectable couple, to whom her father was now speaking.
"Ah and this Count, is my daughter Gabrielle."
Exclaimed a man appearing around forty ears of age with thick dark hair with streaks of grey, extending a hand to his young daughter as he introduced her to the noble and worthy. Gabrielle, who had been playing the role of a humble and polite daughter plastered for what seemed the twentieth time tonight a false yet convincing smile as she feigned interest in yet another old, stuck up couple. The Count and Countess Bertrand to be exact. A most wealthy couple who had a daughter of their own. A daughter, no doubt, interested in meeting one of the young bachelors expected this evening. Along with half the women in the room.
After exchanging a few friendly words, Gabrielle and her father soon moved on from the Count Bertrand. Seizing the opportunity, Gabrielle asked her father if she may speak candidly. Her father, accepting Gabrielle's proposal and urged her to continue with what she meant to say.
"Well Father, with all due respect I feel I've done enough...social mingling with your friends, and wish to enjoy this ball for my own. If you will permit, of course."
The young woman asked, 'biting the bullet' so to speak. Internally she felt about ready to burst if she were to listen to another pessimistic old man confess his beliefs and political views. [None of which Gabrielle could agree with...nor disagree as she was really not to have any opinion at all] .
Monsieur LaPointe, after a moment of consideration heaved a sigh which suggested Gabrielle was free to go. The young woman smiled and kissed her father's hand thankfully. The old man waved her away, as though dismissing her, and Gabrielle not waiting for her father to change his mind, turned and left the man about the bustling, chattering crowd.
|[ Ew. My apologies for the horrendous post. I've only just come back from being away for a week and I'm afraid I'm not quite in the roleplay mood. However, I felt I should at least post once to acknowlegde the opening of the rp (yay!) ]|
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 12:41 pm
Rafael His brother told him that he had yet to see their grandmother himself, seeing as he had only arrived moments before. With a nod he gave him a pat of affection and then went to find his own amusement. He would not have it known that he was intruding on his younger brother’s pleasures. That would be the last thing he wanted to do. With a grin he looked around the room to see just what was happening. Already he had spotted two of the four, of his closet companions so he knew without a doubt the others would be there, or on their way.
Their grandmother had sent a massive to all of them it seemed. And none of them would deny her anything it seemed. How could they? They all possessed a love for the woman whose temper was very unpredictable, and whose tongue was as sharp as they came. That was one of the reasons he loved the woman. She did not bat about the truth but faced it head on, and she was not shy to let her grandsons know just how she felt about their adventures with various women.
He chuckled as he recalled a set down he received from his grandmother in younger years. She had told him as the eldest he should set an example for his brother and cousins. While he did not think they went to far off track he knew she blamed him for making rakes of the whole lot. Rafael smiled and moved about the ball room with ease. He wondered when the presence of the duchess would be made known to those gathered. She was always one to make a grand entrance.
As he walked through the crowd he heard idle chatter from women and men alike. There near the wall was a woman that caused a smile to appear on his lips. The lady in question was a widow, one, whom he had spent more than just a passing conversation with. She was one of the few women he considered friend and lover. She did not expect more from him than he gave and he knew it was the same for her. He made his way through the crowd over to her side.
Bowing, as he always did to the women of the ton he flashed her a smile that promised wickedness.
“ It is good to see you out My lady.”
“ I should have expected you would come to me with flattery. Though I am not one to complain at such words. It has been a long time since I have heard them, since I have seen you. Prey tell what keeps you from familiar comforts?”
Of course he would know she was asking him what had kept him from her bed in such a long time. It was not like him to be so remiss. Rafael smiled, “ things came up that I could not put aside for any length of time. I can only hope those comforts are still welcome to me when I do return.”
The woman did not look at him but across the room, “ perhaps. Would the Duke be kind enough to retrieve a glass of punch for this humble lady?”
Rafael arched an eyebrow, there was nothing humble about her at all. Inclining his head he departed her side and made his way over to where the spread of foods and drinks had been laid out. As he made his way towards the punch line, he spotted a lady he had not seen before. Or, if he had seen her he had never truly seen her until now. Never a shy one Rafael made his way over to her.
“ It is remiss of me to stand beside you and not offer my name. Especially to one fair as yourself, I am called Rafael.” That was it, just his name, no title …a simple intimacy he hoped she would use.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 2:53 pm
Ariana was staring at the many corridors that stood before her. One could easily get lost in a place like this, but still, she couldn’t resist the temptation of exploring the place. She began walking, taking a left turn, and admiring the hallway. The various paintings located on the walk were very impressive, and many dukes, duchesses, and nobleman had been drawn and honored for one deed or another. As she heard footsteps behind her, she quickened her pace. She did not like being followed, and she was almost sure her stalker was a man. She put her hand to her right leg, patting down on the concealed weapon just in case. She quickly took a right turn, not really caring where she was going now, but only hoping to avoid this person that was after her. She was slightly paranoid of others.
Her heart quickened as she took another right turn, and found a set of stairs. She made up her mind to go up; it couldn’t do much harm, now could it? Her breath got quicker, her heart pounding. The spiral stair case was winding up, and it seemed it would never end, until it did. It came to an abrupt stop, and Ariana found herself staring at yet another hallway. This place is like a maze. She quickly went to the nearest room, not really caring what room, or whose room it was, and closed the door. She breathed a sigh of relief, and hoped her stalker had gotten lost.
Her eyes lit up with delight as she realized where she had stumbled on to. It was a rather large library, perhaps the private library of the owner of this ballroom. On both sides of the room, there were bookshelves, there seemed to be quite a few shelves holding hundreds of books. In between the two shelves was a red carpet that led out to a balcony. On the red carpet, there were a few scattered tables and a large chandelier overhead that provided plenty of light. It looked like she was the only one in this room; the others were probably still dancing the night away. Surely the person wouldn’t mind if she had a peek at their collection. She moved from the door to disappear in the many shelves holding volumes of plays, novels. She looked at the works of Homer, Sophocles, and Aristotle. Shakespeare was in there as well. She wasn’t looking for those works now, and while she enjoyed plays by these writers, she much preferred fairy tales. As childish as that sounded, fairy tales had always been her favorite form of reading. She read books by the Brothers Grimm, and by Perrault. She liked the usual happy endings that followed these books, or the not so happy endings. Her favorite tale had to be The Little Mermaid by Anderson. Well, it was one of her favorites. Cinderella also held a special place in her heart.
Her hands went to a large old book. It was quite thing, around half a foot at least, but she wasn’t surprised. This book held the 1001 Arabian Nights. She loved quite a few of these stories and well, and decided to read a few stories to last the night. The only thing was that she needed a place to sit down. She decided to take a seat near the balcony, near the end of the red carpet. There was a book shelve in front of her to hide her from view, until someone stepped in and took a closer look that is. She was currently reading Aladdin and the Magic lamp, and was getting lost in the story.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 3:52 pm
Tori had been glancing around the room, simply because she found it entertaining to watch others, as she collected some more fruit onto her plate. Her gaze had undoubtedly landed on Rafael once again as she noticed he was already talking to a woman. Tori smiled to herself and shook her head lightly as she returned her gaze to her food. She'd recognized that woman as one of the few young widows in this town. Of course the man would go for the weak and heartbroken, those would obviously be easiest to woo into bed. A sly snake, she thought of him, but clever.
As Tori was just about finished up gathering food on her plate, she suddenly heard a particular snake speaking to her. Looking over to him she raised an eyebrow. She realized this could be rather entertaining for her, simply because she was not a typical blushing girl who would giggle when a man such as himself came and offered an introduction. "I know who you are." She said simply, gathering one or two more grapes onto her plate. "I'd be fairly surprised if any sir or madam in this ballroom did not know your name with that self indulged entrance you just made." She commented, brushing past him to fetch a glass of water.
She did, however, stay within close range.
"So quick to have left that other woman you were just talking to to speak with me?" She asked, looking to him curiously. "Well please, allow me to save you some time and breath and excuse myself now. For I shall not be a woman you will get into your bed this night." She informed him with a nod before turning and going back to her table with her newly aquired food and self confidence.
It had felt unreasonably good to snub away a man such as him. She thought it would be a nice wake up call for him to know that just because of his high status, he would not be able to convince every woman he met to sleep with him. She for one knew half the women in this town had already. A few who were shamelessly married. She did not wish to become part of that group.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 8:14 pm
Dimitri He continued his pursuit. She knew he was following her. It fascinated him as he watched her move through the maze of hallways in an attempt to confuse him. She did not know however, that he was a hunter and quiet use to the tricks of the prey. There were two things that would always keep him on her trail, it was the way her dress lingered over a corridor and the light scent that assaulted his senses. He did not know what it was but it wrapped around him like a vine clinging to the walls of a house.
What interested him more than her scent was the reason behind her fleeing like a scared rabbit. What would have a lady of gentle breeding running in ….fear? As he moved he wondered if this was the chit his friends had mentioned to him before. They had told him she was in a bit of a jam, but if this was. If this was she, then he could very well understand why she would run if she believed she was being followed. The unanswered questions were what had him following behind this woman. He had always welcomed a challenge and he was sure whatever was bothering her he would soon find out. Once he had that information he would entertain himself by helping her for a time. If he was interested, that is.
She entered the library. Dimitri knew that because he made it a point to know the ins and outs of every location before he entered it. He knew every inch of this house as if it were his own. Details were always his specialty even as a child. Not wanting to give the woman a chance to run by rattling with the knob he wrapped his hand around it and turned it gently.
The door swung back under his hand. It was a mistake the woman made, if she knew she was being followed then why would she leave the door unlocked? It was foolish of her. Shaking his head he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. The room was not as lit as the hallways had been. It took a while to adjust to the dimmed darkness.
There was one thing he did know and it was that she was in this room. Her perfume was to strong in here for him not to decipher that. Standing by the door he simply watched her. There was a look of exquisite rapture on her face. She was ..enchanted. So, she was a reader. He was surprised, not many women enjoyed the simple pleasure of reading. He wondered who had taught her how to.
Still Dimitri did not make his presence known to her. It was a lesson he was subtly teaching her. Though why he was doing it, even he was unsure.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 8:16 pm
Rafael
The woman had given him the direct cut with her words. He had but merely introduced himself. Rafael found himself laughing in reaction, how could he not? Usually women flocked to him but this one did not. Instead she flaunted her intelligence and told him just what she thought of him and his self indulging entrance, as she put it. Instead of put him off as she would have expected it set him into motion behind her. He stopped short however. He had made a promise, looking about the table he saw a young gentleman looking more than a bit lost in the group. If there was one thing Rafael knew, it was that the lady that had sent him for a glass of punch would be able to sooth his nerves. He walked over to the gentleman, pointing the woman out subtly and told him to give his apologies. For now, he was on the hunt for something a bit feistier.
He tracked her with ease. Was it her walk or the fact that she did not expect him to follow her that had her walking with such an allure? Rafael did not stop until he had reached her side.
“You have quiet an amount of dislike for a person you do not know much about. Tell me little flower, what have I ever done to you that would have you in such a state?” Truly he was intrigued to know why she would act in such a way towards him. Had he ever taken what was not freely offered to him? No, nor had he ever taken advantage of young innocents that would not know what to do with passion should they feel the true touch of it.
“ May I also add little flower, I did not offer you a place in my bed. While you may slander my name, I do not think it would be fair of me to allow you to judge those I call friend.” He spoke of the woman she mentioned earlier. If there was one thing about Rafael that stood out it was his loyalty to those he held as friend and family. He did not know if his words would insult the woman or not, but they were true. He had never said to have her in his bed. All he had done was introduce himself, it was a common thing to do at such things. Why every woman though their place would be in his bed was beyond him. He as not the rake he left that to his younger cousin, whom he still had yet to see. Greg, he had seen in a passing glance and had offered him a smile and a nod of his head.
Back to the woman at hand, however. He still wondered what he had done to her to cause her to have such an aversion to him.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 8:43 pm
Tori was surprised to hear his voice yet again. She looked over, thinking he would have just given up and left. But of course not. She should have known he wouldn't be the type to take no for an answer. She listened to him speak and couldn't help but wonder about the nickname he'd given her. Little flower? That sounded very childish to her. And she had been deflowered years ago. She finished chewing a grape she'd placed in her mouth and swallowed before turning to him.
"Well first, I'd like to politetly ask you not to call me little flower. It's quite demeaning." She said, shifting in her chair and crossing one ankle in front of the other. "Second, I know for a fact you've slept with many women in this town. Word travels quickly by the mouths of these gossipy women who sit all around you. May I ask why you would ask my name? I know you just called me a fair lady. Now I'm not saying I am not flattered, but would you ask my name or even bother introducing yourself if I was not so fair?" She inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"One of my old educators said that the first thing we think about every person we see is, would we want to bed them? I highly doubt that is untrue for you. You may not have offered me a place in your bed, but I'm sure that if I had gone along with your little charade you'd have eventually asked me to. No offence Mister Richmond, but I'd rather not become a part of that long list of women whom you've slept with." She said, turning back to her plate of food. She wondered if he would leave now or not. Part of her wanted him to just go and leave her be, but another part was enjoying this little battle they were having.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 8:46 pm
Ariana was immersed in the story, in the rich details as the author explained in detail how Aladdin had lived his life. She must have read this story a hundred times, and it still intrigued her. The cunning of the boy, and his determination to marry the princess still impressed her; it was too bad not all men could be like that. Her stalker’s presence in the room was what jerked her back to reality. Great, she had forgotten to lock the door. Of all the stupid mistakes, why had she forgotten to lock the bloody door? The answer was simple; she was thrilled to see the collection of books that she forgot she was being chased. Well, isn’t that just dandy? She didn’t know who her stalker was, but she knew he was here. She had miscalculated, she thought he was just a regular man, she didn’t know he could track people like prey. Her mind wondered if he was the one, if he was the one that might help her.
She shook her head slightly, still fairly mad at herself for not noticing the simple door. He was good, and she blamed this dress that she was in for him finding her. Though her dress was fairly simple compared to the other ladies, it still attracted attention, and that perfume she had chosen to wear, well, she wasn’t expecting to be stalked, so she put on a lavender scented perfume. She made a note in her mind to never let a scene like this happen again. If she was going to be prey once more, she was going to be smart prey and make it out alive. She had been doing that for a while anyhow, and was usually a lot more careful about covering her tracks.
She wasn’t sure whether to look up or not, to see the man who had followed her. She could keep up this charade, until he came closer, and if he meant harm, she had ways of getting out of it. No, the wiser thing to do was to see him first, and if he came at her, she had more time to act. She raised her chestnut brown eyes to meet his own eyes. She took in his appearance, short brown hair, a rather ragged kind of luck. His eyes held no malice, and if there was one thing Ariana had learned, it was how to read people. The key was always in their eyes, and eyes always betrayed the owner. His eyes did not hold any intention of harm, so she slightly relaxed. Her arm was still on her right leg, though, she was not that foolish to think she could always tell a person apart, but she kept her gaze on him.
What could she possibly say to him? Why are you stalking me seemed like a very good question at the moment, or don’t you have other ladies to fawn over you? Still, her polite manners kicked in, and she resolved to say as little as possible. There was still a chance he might leave her alone, though she doubted that at the moment. “Good evening,” came the polite well polished response to him. Her voice was deadly calm, and held no sign of fear. The tone was at a moderate tone, not a high pitched voice, but one that was even, and did not break due to embarrassment or fear.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 10:15 pm
Rafael Rafael arched his eyebrow at her. She found that him calling her little flower was demeaning? What manner of woman was she? It was not as if he were calling her something worse, in which he was sure he would be well apt. “You give me no choice but to call you little flower, as I have not gained your name. And, you like all flowers have an interesting appeal, but underneath that layer is deadly intent. Flowers, as you should well know are the most deadly things on the earth.”
“ Now to clarify, I must say I am flattered with how you have come to gather so much information about me. Perhaps you should hear the truth form the one that would know the truth instead of listening to gossip that churns on the lips of women that only wish to embellish their own reputation. But, then of course I would be lying because you were naturally given the truth, or perhaps you were there to witness it yourself. Women of course, are creatures to trust their own kind before thinking them capable of spinning such webs of lies.”
Rafael gave the woman a side ways glance before turning his attention to the crowd, “of course nothing I say would have any balance because I am nothing more than a smooth talker who wishes to perhaps lower your garments and take you. Isn’t that right…little flower.”
“ I mean no offense to your teacher, when I say that they perhaps was a fool. Or someone that knew nothing of love making and was simply speaking on events that spurned around them and nothing they had actually felt for themselves. If this teacher was so wise would you not have learned that it is best not to judge one or make assumption on a person simply because of what you heard? Or are you one to believe what you hear first, hold that to you as truth because who would lie to one such as yourself?”
Rafael smiled at her use of his last name. It did not take much for her to gain the knowledge of his last name. Had it not been stated as he made his way into the ball room? Brown eyes filled with amusement scanned the room.
“ I must also tell you, that while you might hold a certain appeal. Your looks are not what I wish for in a companion that would to lay beneath me. Perhaps you should ask those that you think I have slept with just what I like in a woman. Surly they would know and be able to tell you.”
Deciding he had rather enjoyed the conversation, but had come to his limit…for the night. He bowed to the woman and then took his leave.
“ Until we met again little flower. Enjoy the eve.”
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 11:51 pm
OOC: I am so terribly behind.
Marcus straightened his sleeves mechanically. Unlike his cousins, he was by no means dreading the ball. If his grandmother wasn't pushing for him to get seriously involved this time, he might've been looking forward to it. But...he gave an exhasperated sigh and tapped on his driver's shoulder. "I know it's a long distance, but I'm beginning to regret that I decided not to walk," he said impatiently. The driver, used to his master's ways, said nothing, and clicked the horse's reins. In ten minutes, they'd arrived.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 12:37 am
[Lapair I thought you wouldn't be back until the 28th?]
"Victoria." Tori finally said, giving in to his question of her name. Though she gave him her full name, thinking he had no place in calling her the nickname her friends had given her. "My name is Victoria. Will you please stop calling me 'little flower' now?" She asked, incredibly irritated by the name for no apparent reason. It may be cute from someone like her father or grandfather, but not from a man like him. "And I don't quite see how all flowers are deadly."
Tori listened to him speak of women and how they were prone to gossip. She shrugged lightly. "Well, you know women don't make up stories out of know where. It's usually based on some form of truth." She said in a non-caring tone. "Either way you now have my name, so, is that not what you wanted before?" She asked, peeling a tangering delicately.
"Also my teacher was a wise man. What he said was not based off his own experience it was actually a study by some of those new aged scientists." She said matter-of-factly. She leaned back in her chair and sipped her water, continuing to listen to him speak. She actually found herself flushing lightly from slight embarassment as he told her she wasn't the type of woman he would like to bed. Of course she was a bit offended even though she'd told him she didn't want to be bedded by him anyways, but she took another sip of water and swallowed it along with her pride.
"You as well."
She replied quietly as he told her to enjoy the evening and left. Sighing, she took another grape and slipped it into her mouth, but suddenly decided she was no longer hungry. In fact she didn't really feel like being here anymore. Leaving her plate and water glass on the table, since she knew one of the waiters would clean it up, Tori rose from her seat and made her way back up the staircase and to the front doors so she could simply return home.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 2:15 am
OOC: I'm not back yet; I've got dial-up service here. Not sure how reliable it is, though. In any case, happy (belated?) birthday.
Marcus ordered his driver to wait for him and stepped out of the carriage with as much grace as he could muster, which wasn't saying much, as it had been a very long drive and Marcus was rather sore. He smiled slightly at a girl that appeared to be leaving. "Am I very late?" he asked her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 7:46 am
Dimitri He knew the moment she realized she was not alone. First her shoulders stiffened, he could only imagine what was running through her mind. If he were to guess he would have been right, but he did commend her for not looking at the door and giving away her thoughts. She was one that seemed to hold them close to her, that was the first sensible thing he had seen a female do, in a very long time. Purely because of that reaction he would assist this woman if she did indeed have a problem.
Dimitri waited on her. He could wait all night really, there were no pressing matters for him to see to and she was providing him with a distraction, as well as a reason not to be at the ball. The more he thought about it the more he realized he was grateful to the woman for her disruption of what promised to be a very tedious night.
DIO! When she laid her eyes on him he had not expected the flash of need to burn through him but it did. Dimitri was not nor had he ever been one to speak through his eyes. They remained cold shadows of tea green with hints of brown autumn leaves. As she felt the need to roam his body with her eyes, he did the same. She seemed to be something out of a dream. He had not expected her to look like this. When following a woman you never intended to find a beauty of such proportions. He wondered now what could have her running from someone in the hallway. Perhaps she was simply running from a suitor that would not take no for an answer. Yes, surly that was the only problem one like herself would have.
Was he being judgmental, but of course. He knew best how women worked, he enjoyed them from time to time, but not in the hordes others would believe. In fact few that were with him ever spoke of it. It was a memory they cherished, not degraded by sharing it with others. The things he did to them and they did to him, would not be accepted in gentle company.
Two simple words bought him out of his thoughts.
“Good evening,”
He admired that she would hold her voice on a neutral level though she knew not if she was in danger or not.
“ Ma’am, I did not mean to disturb you, but when you did make your way through the hallways with such haste. I could not resist the chase.” Dimitri inclined his head and bowed to the woman. His voice was rich, like the greens of the lands that surrounded them. He had a soft lilt, it was from years of travels, in which he learned many languages.
Dimitri would not give his name unless she asked for it. In fact he would do nothing unless she requested it.
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