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Post by Marquise de Merteuil on Apr 22, 2008 16:59:43 GMT -5
*The Marquise de Merteuil knelt and muttered to herself prayers as she went through the rosary.*
((Oh, Valmont~~~~~~~~))
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Post by Valmont on Apr 22, 2008 17:05:55 GMT -5
*Not everyone would have expected to find Valmont in a church. But one did have to keep up the pretense, after all. He slouched in, prepared to shock the priest in confession unless something else caught his eye.
Which it did.*
"Well, well," *he murmured, coming to a halt beside her.* "The Marquise de Merteuil, here?"
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Post by Marquise de Merteuil on Apr 22, 2008 17:11:03 GMT -5
*The Marquise's lips paused and her eyes slowly opened moments later. She concealed her shock very well.*
"You're supposed to be dead," *she said placidly, looking straight forwards. She was almost afraid to look.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 22, 2008 17:28:55 GMT -5
"You know how it is. Rumors of my death, et cetera," *Valmont said negligently, though he had no idea what she was talking about. He noticed she was not looking at him, which was rather ridiculously pious given who she was talking to. He looked around.*
"You're not after a man of faith, are you?" *he asked, his brow furrowed.* "I thought you'd done with that."
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Post by Marquise de Merteuil on Apr 22, 2008 17:37:46 GMT -5
*Merteuil's brow twitched.* "My reputation was ruined because of you," *she said quietly. There was an almost uncontrolable urge to turn around and slap him. But true to her vow to God, she remembered that she was now a changed woman.*
"My deeds have been forgiven by the grace of God..." *She slowly turned to Valmont.* "What about you, Vicomte? Have you repented?"
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Post by Valmont on Apr 22, 2008 17:41:38 GMT -5
*She was good, he had to give her that. And he kept a straight face for a moment. But it was too much--a snicker burst out of him.*
"Oh, too rich, my dear."
*He turned and sat on the pew in front of her, his legs crossed, his arm thrown casually over the back of the seat.*
"Come now--what are you really doing here?"
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Post by Marquise de Merteuil on Apr 22, 2008 17:55:01 GMT -5
((NUGH! I can't do this for too long!!! Nice!Merteuil is hurting my brain. @_@))
"I am here to say my daily prayers and give a small donation to the father," *she said, obviously serious.*
"You haven't answered my question," *she turned away from him and fixed her gaze on the alter.* "Have you repented?"
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Post by Valmont on Apr 22, 2008 17:57:58 GMT -5
*Valmont snorted softly.*
"For what?"
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Post by Marquise de Merteuil on Apr 29, 2008 22:55:49 GMT -5
*The Marquise's face remained blank.*
"You can mock me now, Vicomte... but you must remember: the Lord does not extend his mercy to those in hell," *she said calmly.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 30, 2008 10:37:11 GMT -5
*Valmont stared at her, the habitually sleepy expression gone.*
"Good lord," *he blasphemed.* "You actually mean it."
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Post by Marquise de Merteuil on Apr 30, 2008 15:42:26 GMT -5
"Perhaps it is a arrogant of me to think that even I have a place in his eternal house but...I have left the hedonistic world, which you're so fond of, and turned to God," *she said quietly.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 30, 2008 15:55:12 GMT -5
*Valmont snorted.*
"I can't imagine what he'd want with you. It's a shame, really," *he said, laying his chin on his hand.* "You're so good at what you do."
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Post by Marquise de Merteuil on May 1, 2008 1:49:25 GMT -5
"--'Was'," *she quickly correctly.* "I was good at distroying lives and took far too much joy in watching people suffer. That is..." *the Marquise turned towards Valmont but averted her eyes away from his,* "Everyone except you. When I had heard of your... death and the death of Madame du Tourvel, I realized that the happiness I found in my 'business' was perverse and ultimately wrong."
*Merteuil finally met his eyes.* "I am truly sorry for my actions..."
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Post by Valerie on May 1, 2008 3:25:18 GMT -5
*Valerie slipped into the church unnoticed and went into the confessional booth, crossing herself.*
"There's rather a lot this week, Father," *she said softly.*
"Fear not, my child--God forgives the truly penitent," *said the priest.*
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Post by Valmont on May 1, 2008 9:04:50 GMT -5
*Tourvel... the name seemed familiar, both from his own memories, and... ah yes. That book. He couldn't explain it, and he hesitated to put it into words even in his own mind, but in Merteuil's mind he was dead--of love for that pious lady, of Merteuil's own cunning.
Well. He wasn't dead, but he was suddenly not at all disappointed in the current situation.*
"You may say so," *Valmont said,* "but I know you. Better, perhaps, than any other. Are you capable of true repentance? Tell me: how long since you received news of my demise?"
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