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Post by Notre Dame on Apr 6, 2009 16:42:41 GMT -5
Notre Dame frowned at her. "I live here." She raked her hair back out of her face with one hand, still frowning faintly. She did not see what the problem was; humans slept and lived all over the place. There was one in every alleyway and every arch of a door. "I do not know any mortal hotels."
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Post by Miranda on Apr 7, 2009 12:49:02 GMT -5
Miranda's voice had become uncommonly, unconsciously soft. "The priests will not let me," she said, almost as though fearful of drawing their attention. The cathedral-girl looked rather put out by Miranda's questions, and Miranda supposed that from a certain perspective she was entirely correct to be so. Still, Miranda knew it was not a perspective shared by altogether that many people. More kindly, she asked, "Do you know any mortals?"
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Post by Notre Dame on Apr 7, 2009 21:05:50 GMT -5
Notre Dame's lips parted, eyes going wide and vague in thought; did she know any mortals? She knew lots of mortals. But which ones were still alive? It was hard to remember sometimes. They withered so fast that she always lost track.
The Marquis de Carabas had his kitten, and his kitten had him. The girl Notre Dame spoke to had run away; Notre Dame couldn't find her body no matter how much she looked, nor asked the stone and the lamps for help. The boy, that dark-haired boy, he did not even belong to himself, and oh, yes, he wasn't mortal. There were the priests, but only the older one knew her, no the younger one and not the others who had their shifts on the following days. There was the bearded man in the alley outside. And there was the Vicomte Sebastien de Valmont.
"You wish a place to stay? I will call him."
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Post by Miranda on Apr 8, 2009 8:50:27 GMT -5
Miranda tilted her head at the 'him', finding even her neck to be sore, and then deciding, as she recalled the bruising kisses Daniel had planted down her throat, that this was not a surprise. She supposed, in retrospect, that 'him' was someone quite specific, the answer to the question. Well, she'd been directed here. It was not so strange.
"Yes, please," said Miranda, satisfied enough that she'd know who 'he' was when they met.
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Post by Tsuzuki on Apr 9, 2009 19:12:32 GMT -5
"He'll be here soon, then." Notre Dame rested her chin on her hands. Soon, of course, could mean anything from minutes to hours to days- time was rather relative to her. She'd sent Valmont the compulsion, now it only had to take.
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Post by Miranda on Apr 9, 2009 20:26:43 GMT -5
Miranda had more in common with Notre Dame than just blond hair. Time did not mean the same thing to her as it did to other people. She was more than aware of how fickle it was; it was not a law to her as it was to other people. Five minutes could pass luxuriously slowly and a week could be gone in an instant. The word 'soon' was not the comfort; the use the future tense was. Miranda smiled, her face brightening as she did. The bruise-marks, from Daniel's kisses, on the edge of her jawline looked slightly more ghastly next to it. "Thank you. I suppose I should sleep, now, shouldn't I? I am very, very tired."
She said it quite simply, but her body was drooping, as it had been, with exhaustion.
((If Miranda had a super power, it would be to mess with time and space. You know. I'm almost tempted to give it to her. This is the Sueniverse, right? Why not?))
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Post by Valmont on Apr 15, 2009 16:17:22 GMT -5
It was not minutes, nor was it days, before Valmont came. But that might have been only their own perception, which might well have differed from his own. And since he was unaware of the summons consciously at all, there was no way for him to judge anything but the fact of his being here, again, in a place he visited so seldom that it certainly caused him some confusion.
Still and all, he knew Notre Dame was here, so it was not all that unthinkable that he'd want to come here, and he put it down to that and did not worry any more about it. He strolled in, not seeing her at first, but not yet free of the subtle compulsion to Be Here that had taken root without much trouble. Despite his strong sense of self, Valmont could not be immune to his own interest in a pretty young (looking) thing.
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Post by Miranda on Apr 15, 2009 16:38:11 GMT -5
Miranda had not really gotten the chance to sleep, but this was not such a bothersome thing. Miranda's body was more than usually well-held against various forms of fatigue or deprivation by her more-than-usually strong spiritual constitution. She didn't make a habit of it, not someone who believed in denial of the flesh, but on a night like this, when it was necessary to make do, it did not fail her.
Miranda straightened slowly in the pew, head turning to gaze at the man who was entering. Notre Dame's him, she presumed, and she smiled, a bit of hope creeping into it even as she felt an alien discomfort at the interruption. She'd not have normally thought of it like that, nor had that instinctive reaction, but she did not, ultimately, choose to analyse it then.
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Post by Notre Dame on Apr 16, 2009 6:27:31 GMT -5
Notre Dame had been curled up on the pew behind her still, not for any inane reason like watching her sleep, or protecting her- she was safe here, and to double-guess the security of the sactuary was just insulting. No, only that Miranda hadn't gone to sleep yet, and Notre Dame found she rather liked to talk to her. Miranda had, she'd been delighted to find, no real sense of time- she could have come from any age or any century, and the girl would have been the same. It was almost like to transcend time, to talk to her, and Notre Dame liked this very much.
But as soon as Valmont's boot hit the marble at the back of the church, Notre Dame was gone, blowing away like smoke to step daintily into place beside the man. She took his arm before he could pause for conversation and led him closer to the front, and towards Miranda. Insistent, her small white hands on his arm, and surprisingly strong.
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Post by Valmont on Apr 16, 2009 12:06:15 GMT -5
Valmont looked down at those hands, as Notre Dame's presence locked into place in his mind as if it had not suddenly materialized beside him and was in fact quite natural. The sense that he didn't know what he was doing here seemed unimportant.
"Mademoiselle," he said pleasantly. "How fortunate we are, to run into each other so."
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Post by Notre Dame on Apr 16, 2009 15:14:37 GMT -5
"Yes," came his reply, as Notre Dame tugged him insistantly along and then down a pew. "I have a person for you."
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Post by Valmont on Apr 16, 2009 19:25:47 GMT -5
Valmont raised an eyebrow, a smirk settled comfortably on his lips though it really never left, merely stretched and rearranged itself every so often.
"Indeed?" he murmured, allowing himself to be tugged. "A person. How intriguing."
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Post by Miranda on Apr 20, 2009 15:36:15 GMT -5
Miranda sat up a little straighter, still tucking her arms and legs close to her body. The chemise was, altogether, rather transparent if one stared at it too long, and some impulse in Miranda sought to protect her modesty even under the appalling circumstances. Miranda had not even known she was modest. She had never been at school, though she'd never been deliberately provocative, either.
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Post by Valmont on Apr 20, 2009 16:13:12 GMT -5
Valmont's gaze was, it must be said, rather overt. But it was the sort of overt one might miss, depending on one's receptiveness to such gazes, and one's expectations. It did not linger, particularly, but it missed nothing as it swept over her, allowing for excuses to be made by the receiving party as it coolly resolved on one's face and the lips below it smiled pleasantly.
He did wonder if Notre Dame was the sort to forget to introduce one, but decided to give her the opportunity.
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Post by Miranda on Apr 20, 2009 16:28:19 GMT -5
Miranda did not miss overtness, but failed to interpret it properly. She merely assumed she was being properly assessed, and still trusted other people implicitly, despite knowing their failings. Still, she could not unknot her shoulders, which, once the knowledge hit her consciously, struck her as strange. She could not have known the potential seediness of this - Notre Dame's explaining that she had a person, and delivering up a very pretty girl who looked like a piece of packaged goods, albeit one that had been pulled off the shelves after a little shipping mishap that had torn the paper.
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