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Post by Parisa on Oct 28, 2007 14:09:22 GMT -5
((Even if she wears a boobtastic dress and distracts him with her cleavage?))
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Post by Henry VIII on Oct 28, 2007 15:22:49 GMT -5
((Naughty Parisa!))
*After almost an hour of searching, he finally had to admit defeat and found himself merely wandering about the house, not quite sure what to do with himself. He'd had plenty to keep busy back home, and wasn't used to be so idle*
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Post by Parisa on Oct 28, 2007 16:11:35 GMT -5
*Parisa slipped back into the house, walking past him with a seductive smile and a curtsy, then walking straight up to her room and closing the door behind her.*
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Post by Henry VIII on Oct 28, 2007 16:16:14 GMT -5
*He tried to follow her, to speak to her more, but she moved to fast for him--and she was soon within her room. He knocked on the door*
"My lady Parisa, please, I must speak with you."
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Post by Parisa on Oct 28, 2007 16:31:55 GMT -5
*She opened the door just enough to stick her head through and raised her eyebrows, the picture of curiousity.* Yes, Your Majesty?
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Post by Henry VIII on Oct 28, 2007 16:38:05 GMT -5
*He leaned in close, their noses almost touching*
"I must commend you, my lady. That was quite clever. I do hope it continues."
*He lightly kissed her lips before leaving for the sitting room*
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Post by Parisa on Oct 28, 2007 18:49:10 GMT -5
*She looked after him, biting her lip but smiling slightly. She stepped quietly out of her room and walked into the sitting room.* Is there anything you need? *She had changed her dress while she was out, and this one was even more flattering than the last. Dark red and cut low, the tight bodice accentuated her figure before the skirt flared out slightly at her hips.*
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Post by Henry VIII on Oct 30, 2007 18:23:27 GMT -5
*Henry gave her an appreciative look before answering with a grin*
"I seem to have very little in the way of wardrobe. I don't suppose you know of anyone willing to help remedy that fact?"
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Post by Parisa on Nov 1, 2007 14:07:11 GMT -5
I'm certain you could find a tailor somewhere around here, Your Majesty. But many my father's clothes are still here, if you require something immediately.
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Post by Henry VIII on Nov 1, 2007 19:05:08 GMT -5
"That would do fine, until I can procure my own."
*Living in 19th Century Paris was going to be interesting, if it meant having to do everything from scratch. An intriguing prospect.*
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Post by Parisa on Nov 1, 2007 21:26:56 GMT -5
*She smiled lightly at him and led the way out of the parlor.* This way, then. *She took him to her father's room and opened the magical wardrobe. Dust flew everywhere when she touched the doors and she coughed slightly, then reached in to pull out some clothes. She couldn't help holding his shirt up to her face and inhaling the faded but familiar smell of his cigars. Shutting her eyes, she imagined she was 7 again and sitting in the library on his lap, listening to him read, while her mother sewed and watched them... She came back to the present sharply when he entered the room behind her, turning away from the door quickly and diving into the wardrobe again to hide her face.*
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Post by Henry VIII on Nov 2, 2007 12:30:06 GMT -5
*He leaned against the doorjamb, watching her with both curiosity and something akin to sympathy*
"Old memories come back?"
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Post by Parisa on Nov 2, 2007 17:58:17 GMT -5
*She kept her face hidden, pretending to look through the clothes.* A few, Your Majesty.
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Post by Sinclair de Chagny on Nov 4, 2007 13:41:55 GMT -5
*Sinclair walked up the path and gazed in a window. He breathed in sharply. It was Parisa, with a man.*
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Post by Parisa on Nov 4, 2007 15:35:10 GMT -5
*Parisa glanced out the window for a moment, playing for time, and noticed someone standin on the path.* Sinclair? *She whipped around to face Henry, fixing a smile on her face.* I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but you must excuse me for a moment. If you would like to look through the clothes, they are all in here or the next room. Excuse me. *She curtsied to him and went back downstairs and outside, grabbing Sinclair's arm and dragging him out of sight.* What are you doing here?
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