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Post by Philippe on Feb 15, 2008 17:24:19 GMT -5
*Philippe entered and sat down.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 15, 2008 17:25:36 GMT -5
*Rebecca stepped into the room and paused for only a moment before she took her seat across from Philippe.*
"Good afternoon," *she said in a soft voice.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 15, 2008 17:28:07 GMT -5
*Philippe stood.*
"Good afternoon."
*He sat down and was painfully reminded of his promise to take her in every room in the house. So distracted was he by the idea of her spread across the table that he waved the wine away without a thought.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 15, 2008 17:31:03 GMT -5
*Rebecca laid her hand over her glass as the footman moved to pour her some wine.*
"No, no thank you," *she said quickly.* "Just some tea, perhaps."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 15, 2008 17:34:07 GMT -5
*Philippe smiled down at his plate.*
"I think I shall have words about the removal of certain beverages from our home."
*He pick up his fork and prodded his food.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 15, 2008 17:38:26 GMT -5
*Rebecca speared a piece of tomato with her fork and chewed it slowly before she swallowed it.*
"I trust you had a productive morning?" *she said lightly, trying to make conversation.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 15, 2008 17:42:30 GMT -5
*Philippe nodded, he had actually.*
"I unearthed some rather interesting records my father had left me, all in a state of course. But I hope, there is a few matters of interest, I need to write to..."
*He trailed off, in thought for a moment. He had studied a little law, a little of everything really.*
"Well, it is a shame my German is not as good as it should be."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 15, 2008 17:44:19 GMT -5
"German?" *she asked curiously.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 15, 2008 17:50:05 GMT -5
*Philippe nodded.*
"Mmm, some bizarre investment my Father made 40years back, I wanted to see if anything had come of it. I expect it is nothing, he kept his affairs in good order."
*He let himself look up for a moment.*
"And you?"
*It filled him with a sense of hollowness this meeting. This was what an arranged married was, forced conversation and avoidance*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 15, 2008 17:55:01 GMT -5
"I've been painting. I didn't realize how much I'd missed it. I had my sketch book with me while I was away, but it wasn't quite the same," *she said with a sigh.* "It just felt right to have a brush in my hand again."
*Talking about painting was at least a safe subject that made them both somewhat happy. At least until Rebecca recalled her promise to pose for Philippe to paint her and flushed a rosy pink, looking down at her plate and feeling that strange queasiness she knew wasn't any kind of illness. She knew if she met his gaze now she'd leap across the table and plant a kiss on him that would make his hair curl.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 15, 2008 17:58:50 GMT -5
*Philippe raised an eyebrow at her blush, it was nothing but it gave him the tiniest glimmer of hope. He put down his knife, no longer hungry.*
"I understand, there is something about being able to add colour to a picture. It gives it life."
*He looked up at her again.*
"Makes the painting whole."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 15, 2008 18:00:21 GMT -5
*She met his gaze at last and her lips widened in a smile.*
"Exactly," *she said. Perhaps they could be like this--friendly, normal...*
Not obsessed.
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Post by Philippe on Feb 15, 2008 18:04:17 GMT -5
*Philippe clenched a hand under the table. It was better, a response. That was good.*
"If you wish for a drawing master, I had a letter from an older woman, a widow. She is well known to be skilled."
*He shrugged.*
"It is up to you."
*Her smile did unexplainable things to his stomach, he was sure he would never eat again.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 15, 2008 18:05:12 GMT -5
"I thought you said you would teach me," *she protested, frowning with gentle confusion.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 15, 2008 18:08:34 GMT -5
"I will."
*Philippe replied quickly.*
"If you want me to. I wanted you to have a choice."
And give myself some self control
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