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Post by Marquise de Merteuil on May 1, 2008 15:12:13 GMT -5
*Merteuil remained silent for a long moment, seemingly hurt by his harsh words.*
"Five years," *she finally said sadly.*
*Undetected, Merteuil eyed the young girl that entered the confession box...*
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Post by Valmont on May 5, 2008 9:45:00 GMT -5
*Valmont's eyes gleamed with perverse curiosity, blind to any other penitents. Merteuil had always commanded such attention. And this change was fascinating.
If it were true, could it truly have been precipitated by her part in his death?
And did this mean that ridiculous novel spoke truth? The thought crossed his mind that Valerie was toying with him, but this was not her style. She would confront him direct. His mouth twitched with the memory of her... confrontation.*
"And in all that time," *he said softly,* "you've never once taken a lover?"
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Post by Marquise de Merteuil on May 5, 2008 15:28:35 GMT -5
"After Danceny departed for Vienna to pursue his musical aspiration, news of your death and my public shaming I neither had the time nor the energy to revel in such things. And, with everything, I've realized that life is far too short; constantly chasing after carnal pleasures is against the will of God."
*The Marquise sighed deeply.* "I wonder, Vicomte, whether you ask these questions with genuine concern and interest or with perverted malice. Despite my constant effort, I cannot help but remain a bit cynical. Does it not amuse you to watch a previous lover of your's agonize over her past deeds?"
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Post by Valmont on May 5, 2008 16:18:22 GMT -5
"To answer your first, unvoiced question: a little of both, I think. The second: it does. But I do not intend to hide my amusement from one who should be so capable of sharing it. You were, by all accounts, quite ghastly to me, so naturally I revel somewhat in your comeuppance. But 'tis sad, I must say, to see you fallen quite so far without any intent to get back up."
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Post by Valerie on May 5, 2008 16:43:43 GMT -5
*Meanwhile, Valerie was listening intently to the holy father following her confession.*
...all those Our Fathers are going to take a long, long time...
Damn Valmont.
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Post by Diana on May 15, 2008 1:14:14 GMT -5
***POSTING AS MERTEUIL***
*Merteuil looked down to her hands, keeping back tears of frustration and regret.* "I cannot say I do not deserve your criticism and ridicule," *she said in a strained voice.*
"But however low and shameful this place may be, the Lord Almighty resides here and nothings could replace that, Vicomte."
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Post by Valmont on May 19, 2008 17:48:24 GMT -5
((Sorry, totally missed this.))
*Valmont gazed around as his fingers played idly with the cover of a prayer book.*
"Does he indeed?" *he mused.* "Then what is to keep him from the bedroom, Madame? It seems to me foolish to pretend we are other than we are."
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