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Post by Valmont on May 6, 2008 18:21:43 GMT -5
"No one's trying to stop you," *Valmont said.* "I've done what I can." *He said this with the air of someone who's washed his hands of the matter, but something was niggling at him. If he only had another chance. If he could only show her...*
"Wait... What?"
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Post by Valerie on May 6, 2008 18:23:36 GMT -5
"Weather almanacs." *she sighed.* "I've gone back to my first and truest love. Books."
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Post by Valmont on May 6, 2008 18:26:59 GMT -5
*This was not news to Valmont, though he still had no idea what the weather thing was about. Hardly sounded interesting.*
"I have this one," *he said rather stupidly, holding up Nouvelle Heloise.*
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Post by Valerie on May 6, 2008 18:31:11 GMT -5
*Valerie raised her hands and clapped them together, slowly. Once. Twice. Three times.*
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Post by Valmont on May 7, 2008 12:27:53 GMT -5
*Valmont lowered his hand and manfully tried not to blush. It was all her fault; she'd brought him to this. A sick attempt to pander; an uncharacteristic loss of glib conversation.*
"Well. Forgive me. All that pox, don't you know. Clouded my concept of appropriate conversational topics; books, clearly, not one of them. If you'll excuse me, I seem to have coffee on my waistcoat."
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Post by Valerie on May 7, 2008 12:37:49 GMT -5
"Ah, indeed." *She beamed mock apologetically and gave him a chaste brush of her lips across his cheek.* "Bon soir, Valmont," *she walked off down the sidewalk.*
You'll never win.
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Post by Valmont on May 7, 2008 12:45:48 GMT -5
*Valmont grumbled at himself in an interior monologue as he stalked homeward. How dare his much-vaunted virility and debauchery give out on him? How dare she remain completely unmoved? How dare his treacherous mind derive no pleasure from his habitual pastimes, and how dare it strain eagerly towards the prospect of entering verbal battle with her, a battle he was not going to win?
How dare she be smarter than him?
He knew what he was good for. Valerie had asked him, and he had answered truthfully. But it hadn't been good enough, and now he wanted something else. He didn't know what, but he knew that it would not be something he was suited for, and that angered him. Better, far better, to remain as he had been. Content, notorious, and utterly dashing.
Now he had coffee on his lapels and a brat of a bluestocking haunting his thoughts and it was not, at all, his preferred state of affairs.*
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Post by Valerie on May 7, 2008 12:47:28 GMT -5
((STATION BREAK. DISTURBED!VALMONT IS SO CUTE.))
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Post by Teddy on May 10, 2008 20:04:08 GMT -5
"Theodore. Er, Teddy. Whichever you prefer, monsieur."
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Post by Dorian Gray on May 11, 2008 19:25:55 GMT -5
*He smiled, inclining his head.*
"It's very good to make you acquaintance, Theodore."
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Post by Teddy on May 11, 2008 19:27:05 GMT -5
"You as well, Dorian." He tapped his fingers on the table, trying to think of something conversational to say but failing rather pathetically.
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Post by Dorian Gray on May 11, 2008 19:27:57 GMT -5
*He watched the boy for a moment, and laughed.*
"You're not very good at this, are you?"
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Post by Teddy on May 11, 2008 19:28:56 GMT -5
He blushed a deep shade of red, but laughed despite himself.
"No, I'm really not. It's terrible," he said with a grin.
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Post by Dorian Gray on May 11, 2008 19:30:46 GMT -5
*His awkwardness and inexperience was rather endearing. He simply had to take the boy home and ravish him.*
"I rather like it."
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Post by Teddy on May 11, 2008 19:31:58 GMT -5
"Well, thank you. I like that there's actually one of us who knows what he's doing."
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