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Post by Aimery on Apr 23, 2007 19:58:59 GMT -5
*Aimery was frustrated. And that perplexed him. He tried so hard to be good-natured and positive-minded, but this… He had tried so hard to remember where he was, but Paris was just so big. He was lost and it was getting late, and even worse, clouds were forming dark overhead. Pulling his coat tight around him, he pushed on looking for someone to ask directions back to the Opera. But as the rain started to fall suddenly, everyone quickly took shelter. Everyone but Aimery. Where could he go? It wasn’t as if he could even call out for help. If he could just find an inn or shop that was still open…but there was none. The water soaked into his clothing and made him shiver.*
There must be somewhere.
*Then he saw it. It was rundown and a bit dilapidated, but it would be dry. And if the Savior could be born in a stable, this would do just fine for sanctuary. He said a silent prayer of gratitude and pulled against the board on the door and it came free easily enough. Aimery hurried inside. It was so nice to be out of the rain. He pulled off his coat gracefully and set it over a dusty chair. He shivered, his skin wet and cold. If only he could find a way to start a fire. He started looking around the deserted room.*
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Post by Faith on Apr 23, 2007 20:18:45 GMT -5
*Faye floated nearby, pitying the poor young man who sought shelter in her inn. There wasn't much she could offer to the living. She tried to pick up a piece of kindling as she saw his glance move to the cold and empty hearth, but her hands just drifted through it uselessly.*
I'll never get used to that...
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Post by Aimery on Apr 23, 2007 20:40:48 GMT -5
*Aimery gathered some wood from the pile by the fireplace and placed it carefully in the hearth. He noticed a tin on the mantle and opened it. Thank the Lord…matches. He struck one carefully and delicately nursed the fire in its infancy until it grew warm and strong. He smiled to himself and nodded. Turning to the rest of the room, he gathered a few chairs, pulling them closer to the hearth and arranging them carefully around it, backs facing the fire. He pulled up the one with his coat and stretched the fabric out a bit more. Then he walked to the far wall and gently removed a curtain rod, pulling off the heavy curtain before he made his way back to the fireplace. Everything in place, he deftly stripped off his wet clothing gracefully, his tones body glowing in the warmth of the firelight. It warmed his skin and his heart. He smiled brightly. He set his wet clothing over the back of the other chairs. Once he was dry enough, he pulled the curtain over himself and sat by the fireplace, staring contentedly into its glow. He traced patterns in the older ash with a twig of kindling.*
It’s actually quite homey.
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Post by Faith on Apr 23, 2007 20:48:48 GMT -5
*Faye's eyes widened as the young man undressed before she'd half-realized what he was doing. She quickly floated back through the wall to the kitchen and pressed her hands to her forehead.*
"My curtains..." *she wailed lightly.*
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Post by Aimery on Apr 23, 2007 20:55:23 GMT -5
*Aimery’s head shot up, his eyes wide. Was that…did he just hear…was there someone else here? He couldn’t be sure, but he was on his feet in no time, looking about wildly and pulling the curtain tightly against his body. He swallowed and began to make his way cautiously into the next room.*
Hmm…a kitchen.
*He looked about carefully, trying to predict where the sound might have come from. He didn’t see anyone. Maybe it was a cat. His brow furrowed as he looked around.*
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Post by Faith on Apr 23, 2007 20:59:39 GMT -5
*Faye heard a soft footfall behind her and turned around in time to see Aimery a moment before he walked right through her. She shivered, frozen for a moment before she jumped to one side, backing away from the stranger. She bumped into the wooden table, setting the vase of dried flowers on it crashing over. She whirled about and regarded the table with a gasp, holding up her hand to see if it was solid. Remaining invisible, she laid her hand on the table and felt it, firm under her hand. She pressed it lightly, and found her hand stopped on the tabletop. A smile crossed her face, and she almost laughed aloud.*
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Post by Aimery on Apr 23, 2007 21:03:54 GMT -5
*Aimery shivered a sudden draft. Then he heard a sharp noise to his left and spun to see a vase overturned on a table. He looked very worried for a moment. A cat. It must be. Or something furry. Like a cat. He anxiously inched closer to look under the table.*
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Post by Faith on Apr 23, 2007 21:09:37 GMT -5
*Faye stepped back and paused before hesitantly laying her hand on the young man's shoulder in a simple gesture to test her newfound power.*
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Post by Aimery on Apr 23, 2007 21:12:39 GMT -5
*Aimery spun gracefully, if very nervously, at the sensation of something touching him, his mouth taking in a mostly silent gasp. But there was nothing. His eyes were wide in panic as he looked around, trying to rationalize what would have made him think such things. Pulling the curtain tighter, his lips trembled gently, desperate for understanding.*
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Post by Faith on Apr 23, 2007 21:18:28 GMT -5
*Faye backed away, seeing she had startled the young man, uncertain up to that point of the extent of her power of feeling.*
"I'm sorry," *she said softly, automatically."
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Post by Aimery on Apr 23, 2007 21:22:08 GMT -5
*Aimery’s eyes strained to their extremes, rimmed in dark lashes. Terror overtook him as he stumbled backward, for once with no semblance of grace, tripping over a chair and falling to the floor hard. It had been a voice. Words. It took him so unawares that he didn’t even realize that the curtain no longer offered proper protection from his nude body. He was frozen in panic.*
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Post by Faith on Apr 23, 2007 21:28:39 GMT -5
*Faye shrieked and threw her hands over her eyes as the curtain fell away, a hot blush suffusing her cheeks as a heady embarassment overcame her in such a rush of emotional power as to render her transparently visible for a moment.*
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Post by Aimery on Apr 23, 2007 21:31:37 GMT -5
*Aimery felt his heart skip a beat at the shriek. He thought he would never be more frightened. But he was quickly proven wrong as a form became clear for a moment out of thin air. A young woman, distressed. Aimery’s lashes fluttered and he fainted, falling hard against the floor.*
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Post by Faith on Apr 23, 2007 21:37:51 GMT -5
"Oh no!" *Faye felt herself covered with pins and needles, and looked in amazement at her hands as they slowly grew more and more solid.*
But who knows how long it will last?
*she glanced at Aimery's prone form and bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut as she gingerly wrapped the curtain back around him and used the large sheet of frabric to drag him back to the bar room where the fire now blazed cheerfully. She laid him in front of the fire and backed away, hugging herself tightly, gazing at him with concern, hoping she hadn't killed him.*
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Post by Aimery on Apr 23, 2007 21:44:13 GMT -5
*Aimery awoke slowly, pain overwhelming his head. He felt the fire on his skin and he turned towards it instinctively. Opening his eyes further, he took in more of the surroundings. Oh yes, I remember. And then he did. All of it. But he was back in the main hall. It was a dream. Just a bad dream brought on by a foreign environment. He pushed up onto his elbow gently. His body was very sore. Aimery managed to get himself to a seated position and looked about. The hall looked empty. His head ached terribly. He wanted to lie back down. Maybe he would. In a little while, that much moving didn’t sound so nice at the moment.*
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