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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 12:11:58 GMT -5
*Philippe slid down the wall. Servants hearing the noise quietly began to tidy the mess. A few moments later he got up and left.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 16, 2008 8:43:35 GMT -5
*Rebecca painted quickly, with wild abandon resulting in a strange clarity of her vision. Her anger channeled itself into her painting and by the afternoon's end she had expanded upon her long-ago sketch of La Sorelli, now making it a suggestive portrait of the langurous dancer completely in the nude. She threw down her brush as she finished, leaving the uncovered picture to dry upon its easel in the center of the room.*
And may it give him much pleasure, *she thought with a vicious sneer as she left the room, slamming the door behind her as she went to the stables.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 16, 2008 8:46:23 GMT -5
*Philippe, headache still in check wandered along to the north wing. The sight that met him there puzzled him greatly. The paint was barely dry. An ironic smile formed upon his face.*
"Well, she has found direction. But why?..."
*His eyes widened. She hadn't... he opened the door to the room and walked calmly to his study.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 25, 2008 13:52:42 GMT -5
*Philippe entered the room and glanced in dismay at the painting that still rested there.*
"How inappropriate."
*He took a sheet and hung it over Sorelli's portrait. Stopping he took out the annulment papers and looked at them for a long minute before placing them on a table. He took up a pencil and began to sketch lightly over a fresh canvas. It was her, always her but he almost felt that if he drew her he could take a part of her out of himself, as if it hurt less.*
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Post by Clarisse de Chagny on Mar 26, 2008 14:47:18 GMT -5
*Clarisse, having arrived in the earliest carriage she could climbed the steps to the house. Sending her belongings to her old room she proceeded to the Studio, believing she knew where her nephew resided. She entered silently and, the poor boy was so lost in thought that he did not turn around. She gazed curiously at the painting. So that was the wife, yes she did look like Percy a little. She smiled sadly and shook her head.*
"Oh, you silly thing."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 26, 2008 14:49:19 GMT -5
*Philippe jumped at the voice.*
"Aunt!"
*He moved over and embraced her tightly.*
"How I have missed you!"
*Following her gaze he glanced back at the potrait, which in his defense was really taking space. A sheepish expression formed upon his face.*
"Ah, yes."
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Post by Clarisse de Chagny on Mar 26, 2008 14:52:34 GMT -5
*Clarisse looked at him sternly.*
"Indeed. This is not helpful behavior."
*From what she had gleaned from the letters, many of them short and illegiable he had fallen hopelessly in love with someone far younger than himself, and then smothered her with affection. It was in his nature, she imagined. He did take life on too strongly. She had imagined he had lied to the girl, it was his defense. As a child he had rather lie than disappoint.*
"Come then, put the drawing away."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 26, 2008 14:55:51 GMT -5
*Philippe gazed hopelessly at her.*
"And then will you give me some sensible advice?"
*It was perhaps only her judgement, and that of Mona, who could not be trusted it seemed he would follow. She was the sole reason he had lived so long, patiently caring for him through the drink.*
"Come, I shall explain."
*And, sitting her down so he did. All of it, Jude, Angelina and his responses. He did not attempt to explain his reasons, she knew him well enough to understand them.*
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Post by Clarisse de Chagny on Mar 26, 2008 15:05:56 GMT -5
*When he finished Clarisse could only stare at him blankly. Then, in an instance she had smacked him hard across the face. Settling herself back down she smiled at him calmly.*
"Well, with your mother I suppose I could expect no better."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 26, 2008 15:09:06 GMT -5
*Philippe feel backwards with the force of her hand. The woman had strong arms. He rubbed his face gingerly.*
"What was that for?. I did not wrong."
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Post by Clarisse de Chagny on Mar 26, 2008 15:13:58 GMT -5
*Clarisse rolled her eyes at him.*
"Philippe, you smothered the poor girl and then lied to her about another woman."
*She held up a hand to stop him interrupting.*
"She wanted to be a mother and you hid the fact that the child's mother was alive. And then, you moved her into the estate. Goodness knows how distressed the girl must have been anyway without your lies."
*She shook her head slowly.*
"I do not know if I can mend this."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 26, 2008 15:17:39 GMT -5
*Philippe frowned.*
"But...but you must."
*Idly he rubbed his heart, which had clenched involuntarily.*
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Post by Clarisse de Chagny on Mar 26, 2008 15:20:05 GMT -5
*Clarisse glanced sharply down at his chest.*
"Well..."
*She would not consider, that as an option. He still younger. She sighed.*
"I shall think of something, you are not unmarried yet..."
*She frowned at him.*
"The ballerina whore must leave. If you hold no affection towards her it is cruel to keep her."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 26, 2008 15:22:13 GMT -5
*A flicker of doubt flashed across his face before he slowly nodded. He would do what it took, whatever the consequences.*
"Of course."
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Post by Clarisse de Chagny on Mar 26, 2008 15:25:53 GMT -5
"Good."
*She replied shortly.*
"But you must understand what you have done, it is all useless if you cannot understand your faults. You lie Philippe, whatever your intentions that is wrong."
*She squeezed his hand.*
"If you understand that, I do not think anything will stand in your way. I can do the rest."
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