Jamie
- Ingenious Pilot -
Because somehow, I bought EGL gear in 19th century Paris
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Post by Jamie on Jan 13, 2008 19:42:09 GMT -5
She smiled.
"Yes, I would like to have a dress or two made for me. Have you any suggestions?"
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Post by Nadir on Jan 13, 2008 19:44:07 GMT -5
*He looked at her for a long moment.*
"Blue. Or green. They're your colours."
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Jamie
- Ingenious Pilot -
Because somehow, I bought EGL gear in 19th century Paris
Posts: 158
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Post by Jamie on Jan 13, 2008 19:46:35 GMT -5
((I LOVE GAY!NADIR))
She blushed under his gaze. He was ridiculously beautiful.
"Thank you. And I fear I am hopeless at styles...?"
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Post by Nadir on Jan 13, 2008 19:48:13 GMT -5
((He's BI! But, um, yeah, pretty gay, too.))
"Come," *he said with curt imperiousness, taking her arm and leading her to the street, where he hailed a cab.* "We're going shopping."
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Jamie
- Ingenious Pilot -
Because somehow, I bought EGL gear in 19th century Paris
Posts: 158
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Post by Jamie on Jan 13, 2008 19:49:55 GMT -5
((*Squees* Now I have an urge to run to my gay friends and be all "Shoppingplz!"))
She smiled.
"Thank you."
And stepped into the carriage after him.
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Post by Aimery on Jan 14, 2008 9:30:46 GMT -5
*Faith drew back a little, smiling at him a bit shyly.* "When do you want to get married?" *she whispered.* *Aimery took a moment to fully understand the question and when he did, his eyes dropped shyly. He bit his lip in a vain attempt to stop his furious blushing. He flinched slightly, debating with himself about reaching down for his pad on the grass or keeping his firm hold of her. That urge finally won out and he kissed her deeply, lifting her off the ground for a few moments and spinning her about wildly.* Now. Always. I only want to be with you.
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Post by Faith on Jan 14, 2008 9:36:12 GMT -5
*Faith was grinning like a madwoman as he kissed her, her eyes gone starry as she took his hand and they went to go find a priest, barely able to keep their hands eyes off each other as they walked.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 24, 2008 14:33:14 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Becca sat on a stone bench, sketching some flowers, frowning as she bent over her work.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 24, 2008 14:38:40 GMT -5
*Philippe took in a breath of fresh air as he walked through the gardens. He clenched a fist, he wanted a drink.*
"No, else she will never leave."
*He muttered to himself, wincing at the idea. He put his hands in his pockets and smirked. His mother could cut through any haze that drink could put up.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 24, 2008 14:42:33 GMT -5
((Damn straight. Gah, is it creepy that I've played your mother and your lover? Or is it just buying into the inescapable Oedipal patterns of plot?))
*Becca heard feet upon the path approaching and clutched her sketch book to her chest. So what if it was just a sketch of some flowers? The fairies she'd added in a moment of whimsy were what made it embarrassing.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 24, 2008 14:48:43 GMT -5
((Um..nooo.. yes.))
*Philippe glanced down and noticed Vianne's daughter. He hid a shudder.*
"Oh, it is you."
*He swallowed.*
"Forgive me, that was rude."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 24, 2008 14:52:56 GMT -5
*She nodded dumbly, her mouth dry.*
"Er...would you rather I left?" *she asked quietly, her cheeks flaming bright scarlet as they often do in girls who've yet to learn to control those things.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 24, 2008 14:56:04 GMT -5
*The corner of Philippe's mouth curled upwards.*
"No, you were here first."
*He glanced down at her drawing pad and bit back a chuckle.*
"What are you sketching?"
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 24, 2008 15:00:41 GMT -5
"Nothing," *she said quickly, hugging the book to her chest, the redness spreading to her ears.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 24, 2008 15:02:16 GMT -5
*Philippe frowned. She had turned a rather odd colour.*
"Do you have a fever?, you do not look quite well"
*He knelt down in front off her and peered into her face.*
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