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Post by Parisa on Nov 10, 2007 22:12:21 GMT -5
*It was very late at night. All of the new servants had gone home and the lights were out, leaving the house completely dark...except for one little pool of light, where Parisa was walking around with a candle. She simply couldn't sleep- she hadn't been able to sleep in ages, and besides, she was curious about the house. She slipped through the rooms silently, looking younger and more vulnerable than before, wearing a soft white nightgown (which did admittedly have a tendency to slip off her shoulder enticingly), with her hair in a long braid down her back and her feet bare.*
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Post by Henry VIII on Nov 13, 2007 19:57:22 GMT -5
((Apologies--I somehow missed this))
*Henry, wakeful himself, had taken to wandering the house as well. Wearing pretty much what you see in his avvie. Except for shoes. No shoes. When he caught sight of the almost ethereal figure of Parisa, he took to the shadows and watched her for a while, observing how pale and almost divine she looked in the wan light. Finally, unable to simply observe, he quietly spoke*
"Wakeful, my lady?"
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Post by Parisa on Nov 13, 2007 21:50:23 GMT -5
*Parisa spun around quickly, her dark eyes wide.* Oh! Your Majesty. *She curtseyed quickly, holding her candle with one hand.*
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Post by Henry VIII on Nov 14, 2007 13:31:07 GMT -5
*A lovely nightgown, she was wearing....and quite appealing on her shape*
"Couldn't sleep?"
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Post by Parisa on Nov 14, 2007 15:03:59 GMT -5
No, sire. *She managed a small smile, though her dark eyes looked exhausted.* And yourself, Your Majesty? Is there anything you need?
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Post by Henry VIII on Nov 14, 2007 19:17:56 GMT -5
*He shrugged lightly*
"I could not sleep, myself. Though I cannot imagine why."
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Post by Parisa on Nov 14, 2007 21:28:53 GMT -5
*She shrugged slightly.* I haven't slept well in months, sire, though I know the reason why. I don't know why I can't move on from that reason and leave it all behind me, but I suppose until then I'll have to be plagued with exhaustion. *She smiled at him slightly.* Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you, Your Majesty?
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Post by Henry VIII on Nov 15, 2007 18:55:02 GMT -5
"No, thank you, I shall be fine. But perhaps I can help you instead?"
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Post by Parisa on Nov 15, 2007 21:25:49 GMT -5
*She gave him a sad, small smile.* I wish you could, Your Majesty. But unless you can destroy my nightmares and make me forget my memories, I'm afraid there's not much anyone can do.
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Post by Henry VIII on Nov 15, 2007 21:30:57 GMT -5
*He reached out and gently took her hand in his, no trace of gile or any attempts at woo this time.*
"Perhaps, in the telling, the pain can be eased."
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Post by Parisa on Nov 15, 2007 21:34:37 GMT -5
*She looked down slightly, her dark curls falling forward and hiding her face.* Or perhaps it could make it worse.
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Post by Henry VIII on Nov 15, 2007 21:38:28 GMT -5
*He brushed her hair from her face, lightly touching her cheek as he did so*
"A shoulder to cry upon can be quite helpful."
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Post by Emily on Nov 15, 2007 21:39:36 GMT -5
((*is itching to bring in Blanchette!Elizabeth.*))
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Post by Parisa on Nov 15, 2007 21:46:29 GMT -5
*She looked up at him, tears trembling in her dark eyes.* I'm just so tired! *She turned away from him quickly, trying to hide her face.*
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Post by Henry VIII on Nov 15, 2007 21:59:28 GMT -5
((*is itching to bring in Blanchette!Elizabeth.*)) ((Mooooore Royals! I already made Marie Antoinette.)) *He almost put his arms around her, but quickly stopped himself and instead let his hands rest on her shoulders* "I wish I could help, but all I know is what I have said."
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