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Post by Aurel on Nov 30, 2008 13:05:04 GMT -5
*Aurel stopped right outside the room.*
"Here it is."
*He opened the door and let Nicolas look inside. It was just like every other room. It had a bed, a desk a chair and a bookshelf filled with all kinds of books. Aurel realised that Vincent's room might hold a 'human' impression on Nicolas, and gave him an apologetic smile.*
"He doesn't have the habit of sleeping in a coffin."
*He stepped away from the entrance, so Nicolas might enter the room.*
"Make yourself comfortable. Let me know if you need anything."
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Nov 30, 2008 21:10:57 GMT -5
The change from commanding, imposing, arrogant presence to gracious host had been swift, but Nicolas' own mood swings happened imperceptibly quickly, and he did not judge others based on them. He realized how exhausted he felt, how much Armand had worn him out, and was instead thankful.
The room did give him cause to lift an eyebrow. Beggars can't be choosers, but Nicolas could not even recall what it was to sleep in a bed. He folded his arms, not out of petulance or rudeness, but to ward off anxiety.
"I am in your debt, I'm afraid," said Nicolas softly, in a low voice. He glanced up at him. "I can't say how I'll repay it, and can't grant just any favor asked of me, but you might try me when in need of something in future."
He realized as he stepped inside that he had not asked his new landlord his name, and hesitated before stepping into the room further, glancing back over his shoulder at him while considering whether or not he should - not because he did not want to be rude, but because he was not sure he wanted to be responsible for himself if he got himself to care.
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Post by Aurel on Dec 1, 2008 12:51:10 GMT -5
*Aurel didn't anawer Nicolas when he mentioned his debt to him. Instead he gave him a smirk that didn't last long. More sad memories had entered his mind. He realised he was thinking of Vincent, and about the time he was taken in under Aurel's wing.*
Stop. He is not Vincent, and will never be.
*An other part of Aurel was playing with the thought of having Nicolas marry Lune. But he hadn't seen her either for so long, and it hurt too much to think of his beloved daughter now. As if he almost had read Nicolas's mind, he turned to him.*
"Forgive me for not introducing myself properly. I am Lord Aurel. I'll be in the castle if you need me - otherwise, just call on a servant."
*Thinking he should leave Nicolas alone for a while, he nodded good bye, and turned away from him to leave.*
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Dec 1, 2008 13:04:24 GMT -5
((*imagines Nicolas marrying somebody in a big cathedral and cracks up*))
Nicolas was pleased when Aurel introduced himself without assistance. Another lord. Well, he had put up with enough of that from Lestat. It was strange how these lords did not necessarily need wealth to call upon their blue-blooded arrogance. It almost endeared Aurel to Nicolas, this comparison; he remembered suddenly presenting Lestat with the cape lined with the wolves' fur, that feeling in his stomach that knew that his relationship with the Marquis' son would blossom into something in due time, and had to steel himself, a hand tightly clutching the footboard of the bed for support, against the sudden tremor that ran through him rather violently.
After a moment, he gritted his teeth and replied, sounding breathless as though he were in pain - bent over slightly as he was, it looked probable, although it was entirely mental. "Yes. Thank you."
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Post by Aurel on Dec 4, 2008 8:24:38 GMT -5
*Aurel noticed Nicolas seemed to be in deep thoughts as well. His eyes looked troubled.*
"I'll be in the library."
*He closed the door, leaving Nicolas alone. He stood still for a short moment, as if he was listening for something - whatever that something might be. He sighed and started to walk back to finish reading his book.*
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Dec 4, 2008 9:17:01 GMT -5
Nicolas watched the door shut and began to feel slightly panicked. He forced it down, but looked dubiously over at the bed. Well, if there was nothing else... He didn't really need to find somewhere else. It would do, but a coffin would have been preferable. He felt more exposed this way.
Sighing, he climbed in gingerly and attempted to make himself comfortable. Lying on his back was no good; he turned over onto his side. Still no good.
Eventually he did fall asleep, contemplating with a frown a stranger's bed, but he was sprawled out over his stomach at the time.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Dec 4, 2008 9:18:53 GMT -5
((Another thread picking up from here?))
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Post by Aurel on Dec 4, 2008 16:06:21 GMT -5
((Sure thing, I'm on it.))
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Dec 4, 2008 16:12:33 GMT -5
((Maybe the next night? I imagine he'll either want to leave - and Aurel can catch him - or want to find out who Aurel is and what he was so generous about.))
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Post by Aurel on Dec 4, 2008 16:23:12 GMT -5
((Good thinking - next night it is then.))
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