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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 10, 2008 17:06:28 GMT -5
"I used to be someone. Years ago."
He leaned against a nearby counter.
"Do you know who I was?" He asked hopefully.
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Post by Carolina on Dec 10, 2008 17:13:56 GMT -5
*She shook her head.*
"I...don't get out much."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 10, 2008 17:29:58 GMT -5
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." Came the soft reply.
"You should have a day away."
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Post by Carolina on Dec 10, 2008 17:33:54 GMT -5
"Nowhere to go, either, nor the permission of my master," *she said quietly, with an apologetic smile.* "But thank you just the same, sir."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 10, 2008 17:45:34 GMT -5
"That's too bad...but you're welcome."
The master of the house. Lord Desmarais. That was...his father, wasn't it? No. It had been someone else.
Him. But...he would have given this woman time for rest.
Someone else was Lord Desmarais?
"Desmarais..." He murmured.
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Post by Carolina on Dec 10, 2008 17:47:36 GMT -5
"Mssr. Olivier, yes," *she said, nodding. And turning helplessly red.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 10, 2008 17:53:31 GMT -5
Olivier...
No, not his father.
Strange.
The blush didn't go unnoticed.
"Maybe you could make a request." He said with a smile.
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Post by Carolina on Dec 10, 2008 17:59:41 GMT -5
*She shook her head instantly--it would have been defiant, but for the general deference in her air and manners.*
"I...can't. I can't ask him. I can't speak to him."
*It was true. She hadn't spoken to Olivier at since he had left her...since he had kissed her, thinking her asleep. Her voice had failed her when she was in his presence, and he made it easy enough by not meeting her eyes. As it was, she avoided him with little difficulty, finding excuses to defer her upstairs chores until later in the day, when she was certain she would not bump into him.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 10, 2008 20:03:06 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe I could say something?"
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Post by Carolina on Dec 11, 2008 7:39:11 GMT -5
"Oh, no, thank you, but...please don't. ...A-are you a relative?"
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 12, 2008 11:19:39 GMT -5
An incredibly strong emotion suddenly welled up at the question.
Sorrow.
"I used to be. But I'm...gone, now."
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Post by Carolina on Dec 12, 2008 12:34:26 GMT -5
"Did you live here, once? I've lived here near all my life...and I don't recall you."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 12, 2008 13:04:16 GMT -5
"I did...but something happened."
He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I can't remember."
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Post by Carolina on Dec 12, 2008 13:27:34 GMT -5
"Who were you related to? What is your name--?"
*She blushed, her gaze dropping back to her work.*
"I forget my place. Forgive my boldness, sir."
*She'd felt strangely bold ever since Olivier had kissed her. Dangerously bold. And something about this man put her at ease...she couldn't quite say what. But that was no excuse to speak out of turn or with unwarranted forwardness.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 15, 2008 15:48:18 GMT -5
In response, she got a gentle smile.
"Oh, don't worry. I don't mind. Rarely anyone speaks to me, anymore."
He paused as he tried hard to search his fragmented memory.
"I was...was...Marc."
Another pause.
"...Des...marais."
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