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Post by Rebecca on Jan 27, 2008 10:18:51 GMT -5
*Becca took the pencil in a light, loose grip, her dark gaze flicking silently between the paper and subject as she sketched a rough approximation of the sculpture and the cloth.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 10:25:27 GMT -5
*Philippe stood backwards, patiently waiting for her to finish. He watched the curve of her neck as she bent over her work and swiftly turned his attention to other matters. The pig farmer needed payment.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 27, 2008 10:26:43 GMT -5
*She finished the sketch and handed the paper back to him, immediately turning to biting her nails.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 10:29:22 GMT -5
*Philippe studied the paper for a few moments.*
"You have a gift."
*He studied her face.*
"All you need is practise. You are young, you will have much time for that."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 27, 2008 10:31:23 GMT -5
*She let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and smiled slowly at him.*
"...really? It's alright?"
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 10:40:14 GMT -5
*Philippe nodded, a smile forming on his lips.*
"Yes, it is good. You show great promise."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 27, 2008 10:42:12 GMT -5
*Becca grinned and jumped out of her seat.*
"May I save the drawing to show Monsieur von Hapsburg?" *she asked eagerly.* "He's seen everything in my studio already."
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 10:45:25 GMT -5
*Philippe frowned.*
"Who is Monsieur von Hapsburg?"
*His expression darkened.*
"He isn't... that man?"
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 27, 2008 10:51:59 GMT -5
*Rebecca's face flamed crimson and she shook her head violently.*
"Hell no!" *she spat.*
"...er...I mean... No."
*She cleared her throat and shrugged.*
"He's a gentleman. A friend I met not long ago. I showed him my paintings and drawings. We might go horseback riding sometime."
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 10:56:59 GMT -5
*Of course she would have a sweetheart, Philippe realised. He nodded slowly.*
"You may do with it as you please.It is nothing to do with me."
*Questioning his temper he bowed swiftly and left the room at a quick pace.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 27, 2008 11:02:23 GMT -5
*Rebecca went after him with such haste she upset the chair.*
"Wait! Is...is that all? I need to practice? What about actually teaching me anything rather than just passing judgment on my work?"
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 11:05:09 GMT -5
"If you cannot see for yourself Rebecca, I cannot see for you."
*Philippe spun around, his eyes blazing.*
"I was not under the impression that I was under contract to teach you anything. Perhaps I should forgive myself the desire to give any aid at all."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 27, 2008 11:18:02 GMT -5
"Contract? Is that what you thought I meant?" *she cried wildly.* "If you want money, I'll give you money! I have enough!" *she snarled.* "And I wanted you to--" *she choked momentarily, and when she continued her voice was quieter.* "I wanted you to teach me. I wanted you to care about this as much as I do!"
*She stalked over to the canvas in the centre of the room and pulled the sheet from it.*
"You have it in you. I've seen it." *she said pleadingly.*
"But more than anything, I wanted you to be my friend." *She turned away, looking at the painting with her back to him.* "But what do you care? You don't care for anyone or anything but yourself and your own pain! Your own needs!" *she pushed the easel, sending the masked woman crashing to the floor, whirling back to face him with her temper flaming in her eyes.*
"There's an entire world that goes on outside the walls of this room, Monsieur le Comte!" *she hissed.* "And it's high time you stopped dragging your losses onto a pedestal and wallowing in misery for years! Consider others who have lost much more than you ever did!"
*She swallowed.*
"I lost my brother, Monsieur le Comte. Not yet a month past. I cannot bear the pain I feel now for the next twenty years! And you...you can offer me no hope that time will soothe my agony."
*She went to the window and stood hugging herself while tears ran down her cheeks.*
"I would rather die than become a cold, unfeeling rock."
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 11:49:43 GMT -5
((...Dude.))
*Philippe stood quite still as he heard her display. Her words cut him as he felt for her own pain.*
"You believe me cold and unfeeling do you?"
*He moved over to the fallen painting and picking it up he hurled it against the wall. It smashed, neatly into two pieces.*
"Do you believe I have spent my life feeling nothing for the needs of others?"
*Moving swiftly around the room he pulled off cover after cover of painting, women, men, children gazed out of their frames. As they emerged he threw them against the walls.*
"You know nothing of me and my feelings!"
*Drained he leant, panting, his face against the wall.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 27, 2008 11:54:45 GMT -5
"I know everything I need to," *she said through gritted teeth as she walked towards the door, deliberately letting her foot fall upon the twisted face of the woman from the broken painting.*
"Goodbye."
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