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Post by Thatcher on Dec 17, 2007 21:00:36 GMT -5
*Thatcher stood in his gigantic walk-in closet, perusing his fine silk shirts and holding up various cravats against them. A fine cigar was clenched between his teeth as he worked silently choosing an outfit for a certain...work engagement.*
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 17, 2007 21:08:21 GMT -5
*Sylvia hadn't felt right, not since...well, waking up with that strange man. And Dahlia...telling her that she had been here...had given up her work...work that she loved. It left her shaken. She felt the need to sort things out logically, so she started at the one place other than Dahlia's that she was familiar with in Paris. Thatcher's. She knocked softly and waited.*
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 17, 2007 21:11:12 GMT -5
*A maid ushered Sylvia inside and told her to wait in the drawing room.*
"Master is in his chambers. I will send for him."
*A while later, Thatcher appeared. Crossing to her, he lifted her hand and pressed a cold kiss to it.*
"It has been some time."
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 17, 2007 21:13:52 GMT -5
*Sylvia gasped slightly at the sight of him, but gave a small smile and curtsy.*
"Thank you for seeing me unannounced. I know that it is...unorthodox."
*She pursed her lips, trying to figure out how he would take it.*
"I hope I am not interrupting anything too important."
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 17, 2007 21:25:45 GMT -5
"Of course not," *said Thatcher slowly.* "I am always at liberty to entertain you, mademoiselle."
*he poured brandy for them both then sat across from her.*
"What can I do for you?"
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Post by Aphrodite on Dec 17, 2007 21:27:17 GMT -5
*Aphrodite had sensed that Sylvia had come here. She had been intending on paying her a visit, but hadn't been able to find her. Now she could, and she happily popped into the man's house, invisible, to watch things unfold. Watching mortals was her very favorite pastime.*
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 17, 2007 21:29:16 GMT -5
*Sylvia lowered her eyes coyly, suddenly a bit embarrassed to be there.*
"Well, to be honest...I'm not sure. I fear I haven't been myself lately. And you...well, our situation has always been so...understood."
Simple. Predictable.
"Perhaps I was just looking for something to ground myself. How...how long has it been?"
*She smiled, trying to test the waters between them.*
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Post by Aphrodite on Dec 17, 2007 21:31:05 GMT -5
*Ooh, this was intriguing. Was Thatcher a frequent customer of Sylvia's? And what was with the new look?*
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 17, 2007 21:31:11 GMT -5
"Several months," *he replied, looking at her with cold curiosity.*
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 17, 2007 21:32:38 GMT -5
"Oh..."
*Sylvia nodded, her body tightening slightly in uncertainty.*
"But...the arrangement was agreeable? I mean...it still is?"
*She offered the question with an odd innocence.*
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 17, 2007 21:34:20 GMT -5
"You have done nothing to utterly destroy our arrangement. I'm a forgiving and patient man. When I chose to be."
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Post by Irene on Dec 17, 2007 21:35:14 GMT -5
((If you think Crane's gonna save your ass, you will be sadly dissapointed.))
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 17, 2007 21:38:08 GMT -5
((Don't expect him to. But I do hope he's not picking up anything too exotic from Pestilence. Just giving her some plot in the meantime. And she's just being logical and trying to figure things out.)) *Sylvia's brow furrowed slightly.* "I...thank you. What would you...need to smooth things between us?" Sylvia, what have you done?
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 17, 2007 21:43:30 GMT -5
*Thatcher was beginning to wonder whether he ought to use this situation to his minor advantage, but he was already bored with the conversation.*
"I've no need of reparations. You have not harmed me, Madame."
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 17, 2007 21:52:27 GMT -5
*Sylvia nodded slowly, trying to read between the lines unsuccessfully. She started to stand, readying to leave.*
"Then...I won't take more of your time. If you have need of my services, you know where to find me."
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