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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 9, 2007 0:36:31 GMT -5
((Gotcha. Faye and Gin were little girls together in the countryside.))
*Virginia walked slowly up the back steps and slipped into the kitchen of the inn owned by her childhood friend and confidante, Faye.* "Is she here?" *she asked one of the maids quietly.* "Just comin' downstairs--seein' to a guest," *said the girl with a Cockney accent inexplicably placed in the heart of Paris.* "I'll wait here."
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Post by Faith on Mar 9, 2007 0:41:59 GMT -5
*Faye went into the kitchen and lit up to see her friend.* "Ginny!" *she cried, enveloping her in an embrace.* "What are you doing out so late? Oh you must be chilled to the bone!" *She pushed the sopping wet hood back from her friend's dark head.* "Come and dry yourself by the fire in the coffeeroom."
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 9, 2007 0:47:36 GMT -5
"Faye..." *Virginia's lower lip trembled for a moment.* "It's just been such a terrible day! I needed to talk to someone who could answer me--praying was beginning to feel so lonesome." *Faye nodded as she ushered Virginia to a seat beside the fire, shaking out her dark blue cloak and hanging it to dry. She sat beside her friend and took her hand in hers.* "Tell me," *said Faye.* *Virginia took a breath.* "Well...I was trying to help these siblings in the family I work for now, and it all went wrong! It was horrible. I tried, and Aimery wanted to help, too, but we couldn't do anything...and I was so embarassed! And then I...I think I had a fight with someone. And I'll never see him again, and it's good that I won't, considering what he expected of me, but I felt awful just the same!" *Virginia laid her head on Faye's shoulder and cried quietly. Faye put her arms around her friend and said nothing, merely being there to comfort her.*
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Post by Ashur on Mar 9, 2007 7:51:41 GMT -5
((You're going to give Aimery a complex about his disability if you keep talking like that. ))
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Post by Declan on Mar 9, 2007 17:57:58 GMT -5
Declan laid down in his bed and closed his eyes, silently waiting for sleep to come. Nothing. He frowned and sat up. Perhaps he just needed a small of cup of tea. The young man descended the stairs quickly and strolled into the kitchen.
"Miss," he addressed Faye, "would it not be too much trouble to--" He cut off as soon as he saw Virginia.
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Post by Faith on Mar 9, 2007 18:02:50 GMT -5
*Virginia sat with her back to the door, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Faye looked up at Declan and stood immediately.* "Just a moment," *she said to her friend, touching her briefly on the back before stepping across the kitchen to speak to Declan.* "Yes sir? What can I do for you?"
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Post by Declan on Mar 9, 2007 18:08:04 GMT -5
"N-Never mind."
Declan turned his back on the two women and walked hastily back to his room.
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Post by Faith on Mar 9, 2007 18:12:03 GMT -5
*Faye frowned.* "Strange," *she muttered, going back to sit by Virginia.* "I'm sure everything will be well, eventually," *she said comfortingly, squeezing Virginia's hands in hers.*
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 9, 2007 18:13:31 GMT -5
*Virginia sniffled.* "I don't know," *she said.* "I seemed forever doomed to be a horrible judge of character. I thought I might've been wrong...I thought he loved me. So I gave him a chance. But I was completely right about him."
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Post by Declan on Mar 9, 2007 18:21:37 GMT -5
Declan halted abruptly when he heard Virginia's words. His shoulders were shaking. He whirled around and leaned against the wall beside the entryway to the kitchen. He needed to know more about what she thought of him.
He shut his eyes as he listened to her continue to talk...
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Post by Faith on Mar 9, 2007 18:23:38 GMT -5
*Faye frowned slightly.* "Well, what happened? Did he hurt you?"
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Post by Declan on Mar 9, 2007 18:25:03 GMT -5
Declan's eyes opened immediately at the question. He strained to hear Virginia's reply.
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 9, 2007 18:35:10 GMT -5
*Virginia shook her head, still weeping quietly.* "No. Yes. I don't know. He never...he was never violent." *She tried to pull herself together.* "It was my own fault--I assumed I was good enough for him. Well! Not quite good enough, as it turned out." *She threw her head back, angry now.* "As if I'd even consider being his mistress! Can you imagine? At least now I know what he thinks of me. That I'd be thrilled to whore myself to an aristocrat! Just like Raoul--they think I'm no better than a woman of the streets." *Virginia's eyes flashed fire.* "I'm done with the wealthy."
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Post by Declan on Mar 9, 2007 18:44:45 GMT -5
The nerve of that woman! Was she just blind to his love or was she refusing to acknowledge it? "I've had enough," he hissed to himself. Declan stomped into the kitchen.
"I have never asked you to be a whore, let alone my mistress! What were you thinking in that head of yours?! I asked, no--begged you to spend the rest of your life with me! You somehow translated that into something completely different!
Do you not think that I have any pride?! WHY IN HELL WOULD I CHOOSE SOME FILTHY PROSTITUTE AS MY WIFE?!?!" The volume of his voice gradually grew louder and louder.
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 9, 2007 18:56:43 GMT -5
*Virginia whipped around at the voice behind her. Her eyes grew wide as Declan continued on his rant, fresh tears drowning the spark of rage in her gaze as she leapt to her feet.*
"You have a great deal too much pride, indeed! Too much to consider a lowly noviate worthy of a place equal to yours in your life! 'Come away with me! I'll show you the world! I'll give you riches and beauty! All I want in return is your love!' " *she hissed, poison in her tone.* "Not once did you ask me to marry you. And no matter how much I wanted to, one can't ASSUME offers like that are being made!"
*She turned back to Faye.*
"I'm sorry to have made a scene, Faye. Goodnight."
*She turned to look at Declan one last time.*
"And you--I never want to see you again!"
*Turning, she ran out the back door and down the alley, forgetting her cloak in her desperate desire to be away from the heart-wrenching prospect of the hatred Declan must feel for her. She was soaked through in a matter of moments, but kept running, not caring how bedraggled or muddy she got. In fact, the deluge of mud and rain only complimented her wretched state.*
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