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 Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 7:26 pm
"Brail?" Charity asked, tilting her head and slipping the unknown word across her tongue. "Is that a special language of sorts?"
"Sounds French." Fowler murmured, moving behind her so he could nuzzle her neck with less effort.
"Do I like music? I cannot say, for I have heard very little of it in my life. My mother used to sing to me when I was very young, but Papa and Adam never liked phonographs." she admitted haltingly, disliking the necessity to reveal another shortcoming but seeing no other choice but honesty.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 7:30 pm
Alethea avoided the rather painful question about the written language of the blind. "It's... how I read," was all she said, crouching to pick up her dark leather violin case and opening it.
"I play," she said, wrapping her fingers around the neck of her dark-colored instrument. "My brother is a musician, as well. Edward is much better than me; he can sing and play, though it seems the comes much more naturally to me than to him." The brunette couldn't conceal just a tiny trace of pride from her face and voice. "Maybe someday I'll play for you," she demurred, slowly placing her treasure back into the case, but not closing it.
"Maybe I'll bring you a copy of Twilight if I come back," she continued. "Would you like that?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 7:50 pm
"I would adore both occurances." she responded warmly, avoiding the first subject smoothly when Alethea showed signs of not wanting to discuss it. Avoidance was a skill any Victorian possessed in spades. "It is very kind of you to offer."
"Ask her where she's going." Fowler urged, working his fingers along her sides to relieve the pain from the corset that dug into her flesh. "Mayhap we might join her."
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 7:57 pm
She carefully plucked a string, bringing up a pure, clear mid C. "I'm glad. Music is... sophisticated." There weren't enough words in the English language to describe how she felt towards music. "Do you want to go to the lounge with me? I would really like to avoid Malifer, if I can. She's rather mad at me."
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 8:05 pm
Charity sighed, enchanted by the single note. It would be all too easy to follow this lovely, torn girl to wherever she bid. At least at first.
Her beau sensed her withdrawl and shook his head. "You ought to take her up on it. You could use the company."
She smiled faintly at him. "You are all the company I need."
Remembering her manners, Charity turned back to her female companion, "Thank you for the kind offer, but I am afraid I must beg out of such travels. I am still rather ill from my... my sufferings. I should not over-tax myself."
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 3:31 am
Alethea sighed. "Oh, well," she said as she closed the lid. "They have a very good vending machine there." She took another bite of her apple as she made sure all locks were exactly in place on her beloved violin. She was thinking of other things to ask this girl- though she wasn't really into the mood to talk, as she almost never was, she did want to get to know her better. Several of them, such as 'why are you here' and 'what happened to your family', made her blush with shame even just thinking about asking Charity. With almost embarrassing slowness and care, she placed the case carefully on the ground to buy time.
"Do you know what day it is?" she asked suddenly, not having access to a calendar or watch.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 4:18 pm
Charity had been just about to ask what a "machine of vending" was, but the girl's question distracted her. She closed her eyes for a moment, doing her best to estimate by counting back to the first definite date in her memory. "December 13th, I believe. It is still 1887, but only just."
Fowler desperately wanted to tag along with Alethea and see what things there were to be seen, but he could tell his lady was in no mood to do so. Ah well. Gathering up her hand, he put it through his arm and moved to lead her away. "Shall we retire?"
"Yes, we shall." Charity said quietly, flashing him a brilliant smile. "Good day, Alethea. It was wonderful to make your aquainance."
The pair walked back to her room, arm in arm and wrapped in a comfortable silence.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:49 pm
Alethea paused as they walked away, furrowing her eyebrows for the effect. "But it's 2006!" she called after them. Her cousin swept by and collected the young violinist, departing quickly.
"She's a crazy, Aleth," Malifer said airily. "Don't worry about her little idiosyncracies."
"It's Alethea."
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