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Post by Valmont on May 21, 2008 16:17:34 GMT -5
*Valmont stood on Rochester's step, a lace handkerchief at his lips as he sought to make sure no trace of his sickness remained.
Rochester would know what to do. Or at least have something to take his mind off things. Valmont had never trusted another man, but Rochester was like him, and he was finally in a situation where his own perspective was insufficient.*
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Post by Rochester on May 26, 2008 1:32:16 GMT -5
((Dude. This is what happens when I'm gone too long.))
*A rather old, yet genial butler answered the door.*
"What can I do for you, sir?"
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Post by Valmont on May 27, 2008 9:43:19 GMT -5
*Valmont straightened, trying to present a more dignified face.*
"Is Monsieur Rochester at home?" *he asked, presenting his card.*
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Post by Rochester on May 29, 2008 6:21:12 GMT -5
*Rochester peeked through the doorway, the hurried into the foyer, straightening his jacket and waving off the butler with quick (and terribly adorable) motions.*
"Dear chap, do come in! Always glad to see you. What has you at my door this evening?"
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Post by Valmont on May 30, 2008 17:04:00 GMT -5
((This is intended to be before she died, before he decided he was her father...))
*Valmont smiled wanly.*
"Hate to intrude, old man. But I didn't know where else to go, as I find myself in the peculiar position of needing... advice."
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Post by Rochester on May 30, 2008 17:24:31 GMT -5
((Sounds good.))
"Of course."
*He gestured that they might retire to the sitting room.*
"I am at your disposal."
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Post by Jake Quinn on May 30, 2008 17:56:09 GMT -5
((Are they going to have fight-y snob sex?))
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Post by Valmont on May 31, 2008 0:19:54 GMT -5
((*snicker* Wouldn't the world explode?))
*Valmont twitched a grateful smile and sat. He appeared slightly uncomfortable, which was not like him and made him look oddly out of place. He was silent for a few moments, almost regretting his decision to come here. Then he remembered the look on Rochester's face when he'd watched that little dark girl.*
"Your girl," *he began without preamble.* "She's... special to you. More special than usual?"
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Post by Rochester on May 31, 2008 8:27:39 GMT -5
((Yeah, probably. So...we're gonna get on that at some point, right? )) *Rochester stared at him for a moment.* Since when is this about me?*But he had never seen Valmont like this, so he figured he might need the benefit of a doubt on this matter.* "I...I have a great interest in her, yes." *He tried to sound completely calm about the subject. With mild success.*
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Post by Valmont on Jun 2, 2008 13:02:52 GMT -5
((Well... who are you talking to, here? )) *Valmont waved a lace-endowed hand.* "Don't worry--I've not set my sights on her," *he said.* "I ask because, you see... This is difficult for me to say, and I trust you won't let it any farther than this room." *Their lot wasn't big on trust, but they could keep secrets, when necessary.* "The thing is, there's a girl. A complete nobody, by most lights--no family, bluestocking, works for a living. Should have been an idle afternoon. But I can't get her out of my mind. It's most upsetting, and I'm certain it will pass, but there must be some way to make it stop. Isn't there? Oh, and I think she might, actually, be my daughter."
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Post by Rochester on Jun 2, 2008 13:07:32 GMT -5
((True that. And you already made me think Shadi/Julian today. So...yeah...))
*The story sounded all too familiar. Rochester had already set his head to a gentle nod in sympathy.*
"I know what you mean, chap but---"
*Then the last part set in.*
"Your...daughter?"
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Post by Valmont on Jun 2, 2008 13:58:41 GMT -5
*Valmont's expression became even more pained.*
"I keep forgetting that part. It's a long story, and I don't have a birth certificate, but..."
*He looked a bit green again, as a particular scene flashed again in his mind.*
"Half the time I'm wondering how to get her attention, how to break her down. The other half I'm sick with what I've done."
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Post by Rochester on Jun 3, 2008 6:07:12 GMT -5
Ok, you win. My life is just fine.
*Rochester tried to look supportive.*
"How did you meet?"
*Wasn't getting all the details the best way towards a solution with this things?*
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Post by Valmont on Jun 3, 2008 14:33:05 GMT -5
"The library," *he mumbled.* "It's no use, Rochester--she hates me. I got her into bed, and it was divine, of course, but... I thought it was done after that."
*His head sank into his hands.*
"Shouldn't have gotten that far, but how could I know? Wasn't until I met her long-lost evil twin's mother and realized who she was that I figured it out."
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Post by Rochester on Jun 3, 2008 14:45:07 GMT -5
*Rochester's brow furrowed slightly as he tried to follow.*
"Would you...like me to speak to the girl? See if there might some way about her dislike."
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