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Post by George Boleyn on Jul 1, 2009 16:08:43 GMT -5
George looked up, tilted his head to the side, smiled. He was leaning against the wall; now he straightened casually, ready to leave. "Only if I find them worthy of such a rescue."
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Jul 1, 2009 16:12:36 GMT -5
"So I should be flattered, then?"
*It didn't matter what he said, as long as it wasn't another insincere assurance that he and Adrienne were doing fine; and it didn't matter what he heard so long as it wasn't another insincere expression of condolences.*
"Father hated funerals. He used to say he wanted us to throw a huge party and empty out the wine cellars."
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Post by George Boleyn on Jul 1, 2009 16:13:06 GMT -5
"Shame you didn't," George said, flashing him another smile. "The whole of Paris would mourn with you."
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Jul 1, 2009 16:15:07 GMT -5
"I don't think my sister was in any state to play hostess. Ironically, she hates funerals as well, but she hates parties more. Being closer to our father, she was in charge of preparations."
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Post by George Boleyn on Jul 1, 2009 16:19:33 GMT -5
George led the way out the door and into a side street. "She did well. Your sister's name is Adrienne?"
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Jul 1, 2009 16:23:47 GMT -5
"Adrienne, yes. She's very... unusual. As far as 18-year-old noblewomen go."
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Post by George Boleyn on Jul 1, 2009 16:24:36 GMT -5
George tilted his head in inquiry, the quirk of his eyebrow as expressive as any question spoken aloud.
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Jul 1, 2009 16:30:26 GMT -5
"Tenacious and quite fearless and in general very cold. Also she hates society, which in itself is an anomaly here. She's... very like my father was."
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Post by George Boleyn on Jul 1, 2009 16:41:52 GMT -5
"Sounds like an intimidating fellow, your father, and an intimidating lady, your sister." Tenacious, fearless... it reminded him, in fact, a little of- of his own sister, of Anne... George's expression did not change one whit at the thought.
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Jul 1, 2009 16:46:30 GMT -5
"And your own family?"
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Post by George Boleyn on Jul 3, 2009 13:07:05 GMT -5
George smiled, pleasant and utterly bland. "How should I know? They're three centuries behind us."
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Jul 3, 2009 23:11:32 GMT -5
*It was, Nicki knew, the answer of a man who didn't want to say anything on the matter. He wouldn't press, but raised an eyebrow to say he didn't buy the nonchalant facade.*
"I suppose we could always revert to standards now: length of your stay in Paris; who you know or don't; weather; recent parties..."
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Post by George Boleyn on Jul 3, 2009 23:13:11 GMT -5
"I am afraid I'm quite lacking in proper society. Only been here a little over a week and pining for some h'ordeuvres."
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Jul 3, 2009 23:15:59 GMT -5
"I would invite you to something but I'm in essence sequestered in the house for the first few months of deep mourning. No social engagements or parties or anything not funeral-related."
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Post by George Boleyn on Jul 3, 2009 23:17:53 GMT -5
"Forgivable, considering. Now," George gave him a bright smile. "Sequestered because you want to be or because it's the proper thing to do?"
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