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Post by Malefica on Jul 22, 2008 15:30:42 GMT -5
"And you sound like my kind of person, my dear Lucille. I am certain we will get along. And I am glad to be the first to wish you welcome to the family."
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jul 22, 2008 15:47:15 GMT -5
*She opened her arms in a gesture that asked for a hug*
"I look forward to the days ahead."
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Post by Malefica on Jul 22, 2008 15:54:07 GMT -5
*Malefica embraced Lucille warmly and gave her a friendly hug.*
"So do I, my dear. Can I offer you something to eat or drink? Or maybe a tour around the house, so you can get familiar with your new surroundings?"
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jul 22, 2008 15:58:57 GMT -5
*She hugged Mal back for a moment before returning to her normal seat*
"Oh, no thanks, I'm not hungry. But I would like to take you up on the tour offer."
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Post by Malefica on Jul 22, 2008 16:01:22 GMT -5
*Malefica offered her arm to Lucille and gestured galantly against the door.*
"Please, come with me, this way..."
((Since some of the other threads have plots going on, is it okay with you that we do the tour of the house in this thread??))
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jul 22, 2008 16:53:19 GMT -5
((Sounds fine to me!))
*She took the offered arm with a smile*
"Lead on, my dear sister!"
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Post by Malefica on Jul 22, 2008 17:02:24 GMT -5
((Great. )) *Malefica took Lucille's arm in a friendly manner, and showed Lucille inside the Living room. It was a big, elegant room with fashionable furniture, and there was a piano in one of the corners.* "This is the Livingroom, where I spend most of my afternoons, when I am not in the study. As you can see, I am particularly fond of music." ((Please feel free to godmod what the Livingroom looks like, since my English is not good enough to describe furniture.))
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jul 22, 2008 17:49:49 GMT -5
"You, too? I confess I don't play music so much as sing it."
*She wandered over to the lovely grand piano that sat in the corner. Judging by the window it was near, it would be bathed in sunlight during the day. Now, the light of the moon drifted through*
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Post by Malefica on Jul 22, 2008 17:58:43 GMT -5
*Malefica smiled and sat down by the piano. She turned her head to Lucille with a smile.*
"You sing? Could you sing for me, if I play the piano?"
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jul 22, 2008 18:07:56 GMT -5
*She paused near the instrument, lightly resting a hand on the gleaming surface*
"I would love to. I simply hope the vampire change didn't change my voice."
Though I suspect the potion might have changed it.
While Lucy had been a sultry mezzo, Lucille sounded as though her voice had gone lighter on the fach scale. Only one way to find out.
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Post by Malefica on Jul 22, 2008 18:11:06 GMT -5
"Oh, I an certain you have nothing to worry about. The voice you use when you speak has a pleasant and melodic tone."
*Malefica smiled and started playing the piano.*
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jul 22, 2008 18:17:17 GMT -5
*For a moment, she was surprised at the choice of tune--then again, how could Malefica know that it was the one operatic piece that mortal Lucy had known? Words from a forgotten time, a long lost childhood.
Faintly, she heard her mother's voice in her head, and then, Lucille began to sing, wanting to drown it out almost:*
O mio babbino caro, mi piace è bello, bello; vo'andare in Porta Rossa a comperar l'anello!
Sì, sì, ci voglio andare! e se l'amassi indarno, andrei sul Ponte Vecchio, ma per buttarmi in Arno! Mi struggo e mi tormento! O Dio, vorrei morir!
Babbo, pietà, pietà! Babbo, pietà, pietà!
*Unbeknownst to her, a tear had escaped her eye*
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Post by Malefica on Jul 22, 2008 18:26:22 GMT -5
*Malefica stopped playing and wiped a tear away from her eye. She had always been touched when she listened to lovely music. She stood and came over to Lucille.*
"That was lovely. Thank you."
*She said quietly and lifted her small hand, gently wiping the tear away from Lucille's eye.*
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jul 22, 2008 21:48:48 GMT -5
"I...thank you." She said quietly.
Memories of a time and place far removed from her swirled about in the back of her mind.
"It...it's a favorite."
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Post by Malefica on Jul 23, 2008 3:01:55 GMT -5
*Malefica looked over at the other woman with concern in her eyes, listening to her quiet voice. She placed a hand on her shoulder.*
"Are you OK?"
*Her voice was warm and caring, showing concern for the other woman's well-being.*
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