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Post by Iris on Sept 6, 2008 21:41:57 GMT -5
Iris was now not looking at the young man, but behind him.
“Oh look. Your blonde companion has found you.”
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 6, 2008 21:43:40 GMT -5
*He whirled.* "Do excuse me, Miss Basingstoke, but I am afraid I am otherwise engaged."
*And with one graceful movement, borne out of practice and an inborn grace, he swept Iris out onto the dance floor in a waltz.*
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Post by Iris on Sept 6, 2008 21:46:23 GMT -5
Iris was understandably horrified. She was just glad that she did not have the grace or the knowledge of the dance that her rude partner did, for it gave her an excellent opportunity to trample his feet.
“What are you doing,” she hissed in his face.
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 6, 2008 21:49:20 GMT -5
*He was luckily so good at the dance (and his shoes were hard enough) that he could ignore her trampling, which he was quite aware was not entirely unintentional.*
"Driving Miss Basingstoke away the best way I know how."
*He dipped her.*
"By making her jealous."
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Post by Iris on Sept 6, 2008 21:51:22 GMT -5
Iris let out a small yelp before clinging desperately onto the boy. She did not like being dangled above the floor.
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 6, 2008 21:58:20 GMT -5
"I'm not going to drop you." *He informed her, before pulling her back up and continuing to dance. When he caught sight of a certain Miss Basingstoke, he had to choke down laughter and satisfy himself with a huge beam.*
"Look, she's turning purple. Or is that magenta?" *He asked, turning her so she could see.*
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Post by Iris on Sept 6, 2008 22:03:32 GMT -5
“I would personally say it was fuchsia,” Iris replied, momentarily forgetting that she disliked the man who was forcing her to dance.
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 6, 2008 22:07:52 GMT -5
"Whatever color it happens to be, it makes a most interesting contrast with the color of her hair. She looks somewhat like ..."
*He had to choke down some more laughter.*
"It seems she's found a partner." *He managed, turning Iris so she could see the young man with a blond ponytail and obviously-rouged cheeks who had asked the girl to dance.*
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Post by Iris on Sept 6, 2008 22:12:09 GMT -5
Iris let out a small noise of disgust before turning contemplative.
“Though the rouge does look rather nice against his skin tone, and the color matches her mask splendidly. I wonder what they would look like in better lighting?”
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 6, 2008 22:13:59 GMT -5
"Like parrots, I would presume. Ones with very bright plumage."
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Post by Iris on Sept 6, 2008 22:18:25 GMT -5
“But they would be an excellent study of contrasts. Those garish colors against their pale skin…”
Iris was now forcing Nicolas to turn in order to get a better look at the couple.
“Look at the line her left arm forms. And the way she curls her fingers. It’s breathtaking.”
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 6, 2008 22:20:26 GMT -5
*He took a closer look at them. He'd always been the creative (if you could call it that) twin, so he could see what she was talking about even if he hadn't noticed it himself. He nodded.
"You study art, then?"
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Post by Iris on Sept 6, 2008 22:23:47 GMT -5
Iris remembered who her partner was and properly adjusted her dreamy tone to an even one.
“Not presently, no. I’ve yet to find a master to study under. But I love to look and see what is shown.”
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 6, 2008 23:57:43 GMT -5
"I prefer words." *He admitted.* "The way they sound and look and can be twisted into anything you like."
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Post by Iris on Sept 7, 2008 0:01:28 GMT -5
“Words can be deceiving. One could tell me that you are a perfect gentlemen. However, that would also contrast with your ability to question a girl’s virtue and then take advantage of her simply because you are too cowardly to face some painted noblewoman!”
Iris gasped for breath.
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