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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 14, 2008 8:57:35 GMT -5
*Will ate happily, if quietly. He was happy to be solid, eating and drinking and all, but there was something in the air that he could not place. It was rather off-putting.*
"The meal is excellent, as always." *He managed.*
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 14, 2008 9:01:52 GMT -5
*María smiled and looked over at him again, happy to see him solid, eating and drinking.*
"I am glad you like it. Pierre is thrilled to have a house guest to spoil. He is complaining that he doesn't get to use his party recipes too often. Speaking of party: My cousin wrote to me again. She has become ill, and had to cancel her trip here. But I got a note from a very remote relative of mine, who asked if she could come and stay here, and maybe bring a friend. I said yes, of course, because I think it could be fun for you to meet more people than just me."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 14, 2008 9:06:37 GMT -5
"I am sorry for your cousin's illness. I hope it does not persist." *He answered. He didn't know much about her, but tried to be polite.*
"I think the visit might do you well also. Perhaps they might put in perspective matters you are concerned with, being more of your peerage."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 14, 2008 9:11:24 GMT -5
*María looked up at him and smiled.*
"Oh, I don't think my cousin is ill. Someone has probably told her about the ghosts and now she's backing out. I get such letters all the time. Just for once, I wish they could just tell me the thruth: That they don't dare to come here."
*She smiled up at him.*
"And Will, please don't talk any more about "my peerage." I have never felt at home with nobilities. I just happened to be born in a standing where I don't feel I belong. For me, this is a cage. A golden one, I admit, but still a cage. And I feel trapped."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 14, 2008 9:13:10 GMT -5
"Forgive me then..." *He looked a touch confused.*
"I merely thought..." He gesture the path they had followed in.* "You seem to desire certain aspects of that rank."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 14, 2008 9:17:38 GMT -5
*María blushed and looked up at him.*
"Forgive me, Will. This can't be easy for you either. As for me, remember I have lived isolated all my life, raised by aristocrats. I don't know any other life. These are the only aspects I have ever seen, the only ones I know about. I would love to learn about other ranks, if someone told me."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 15, 2008 6:15:44 GMT -5
*Will wasn't sure how to explain it other than 'not like you', but he figured it was worth some effort.*
"Well, that's a bit much to explain. Was there any particulars you were looking to understand?"
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 15, 2008 8:30:04 GMT -5
*María thought about his question for a moment, before replying. There was so much to ask, and she was afraid to ask the wrong questions, making a bad impression of herself. Still, she knew that Will would be more likely to give her an honest answer than any of her servants.*
"Well, for a start: What is the most significant difference between your life and mine? And I now ask you as if you were alive. Forget about the you being dead-part for a while."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 15, 2008 11:21:02 GMT -5
*That was a pretty big question. Will considered it for a while.*
"Well...there's a lot of differences concerning manner and demeanor. It's less about etiquette and more about living. Making ends meet."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 15, 2008 11:29:04 GMT -5
*María listened to him and nodded, interested in what he had to say.*
"I can understand that. Life is more important than etiquette, at least in my opinion. How do you make ends meet?"
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 15, 2008 11:54:37 GMT -5
*Will arched a brow.*
"Well...I'm dead. So I don't really. You already know what I did in life."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 15, 2008 12:09:29 GMT -5
*María smiled and looked warmly over at him.*
"Yes, I do. You wrote all my favorite stories. I have every book you ever wrote in your life, and I have read them all. Speaking of which: Would you do me a special favor, please?"
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 15, 2008 12:15:07 GMT -5
*Will watched her, his brow lowered. He never really considered himself a writer (in the sense oif books) and it disturbed him that she thought of him as one.*
"What would that be?" *He asked gently.*
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Sept 15, 2008 12:19:35 GMT -5
*María blushed and looked up at him. She had a book laying on the chair beside her, and now she picked it up and offered him to see it. It was a beautifully illustrated book, containing all the sonnets of William Shakespeare.*
"Could you read me one of your sonnets please?"
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Sept 15, 2008 12:29:30 GMT -5
*Will grew less concerned, setting down his silverware and taking the book carefully. He studied it for a moment, having never seen this publication of it before. It was nicer than anything he'd seen, with pictures and everything.*
"All right. Do you have one in particular you like?"
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