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Post by Marquis de Carabas on Nov 5, 2008 23:32:46 GMT -5
"I tend to choose my own company, rather than the other way around."
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Post by Notre Dame on Nov 5, 2008 23:34:34 GMT -5
"Flattery, flattery, and you still haven't answered my question. Maybe that was unintentional."
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Post by Marquis de Carabas on Nov 6, 2008 12:27:15 GMT -5
"Then I'll admit that I don't like animals, as a rule," *he said.* "And it's not my child. It just happens to sleep in my pocket for its and my convenience."
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Post by Notre Dame on Nov 9, 2008 16:51:51 GMT -5
"It's got your mind. Whose child would it choose to be if not yours?"
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Post by Marquis de Carabas on Nov 9, 2008 22:28:24 GMT -5
*He chose not to answer that, because he suspected that she might be right.*
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Post by Notre Dame on Nov 9, 2008 23:25:15 GMT -5
Notre Dame looked down, twitching aside her long train to see her foot. It was pale and foot-like and didn't tell her anything she didn't already know, but she twisted it to the side, watching it rather than the Marquis.
"I'll have a visitor soon. A sweet boy. You'll bring him to me, won't you? He doesn't know the way."
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Post by Marquis de Carabas on Nov 9, 2008 23:34:08 GMT -5
"Of course, my lady. Anything for you."
*He'd grown accustomed to her ability to see things that hadn't happened yet, or that had happened, or would never happen. He made a mental not to keep an eye out for any 'sweet boys' that happened to cross his path.*
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Post by Notre Dame on Nov 12, 2008 17:42:02 GMT -5
With a lack of small rustling sounds, Notre Dame let the bunched fabric in her fist fall, withdrawing the little foot from view.
"Here, kitty. Kitty. Kitty."
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Post by Marquis de Carabas on Jan 6, 2009 16:59:02 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
The Marquis entered without knocking, as always, and led Cendrillon to the center of the hall.
"A visitor for you, my lady," he called out, bowing low.
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Post by Cendrillon on Jan 6, 2009 17:02:25 GMT -5
Cendrillon delayed in bowing, because at first he couldn't think of whether he was supposed to bow or curtsy (not that, had Carabas ever asked him, he would have confessed to this - he imagined the man would snigger, or, if nothing else, raise an eyebrow and exude smugness even as his expression did not change), the latter response he had hastily learned for decorum at Mourant's court, even though his initial difficulty with it had been much parodied by servants when they thought Cendrillon would not notice. But he did eventually remember himself - or rather, the clothes he was wearing at the time - and followed the Marquis' lead. He'd been a Catholic in life, after all, and insolent though he could be, had enormous respect when he thought it was deserved, and could always call upon experience to aid him.
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Post by Notre Dame on Jan 6, 2009 17:09:10 GMT -5
Notre Dame appeared in view about the same time as the kitteh began to impatiently claw its way out of the Marquis's pocket, meowing its discontent. Notre Dame considered them blankly for a long minute, hands twining in her skirts, then smiled.
"Thank you, Marquis de Carabas."
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Post by Cendrillon on Jan 6, 2009 17:14:33 GMT -5
Cendrillon almost toppled over mid bow when he heard the cat crying in Carabas' pocket, his mouth dropping open and his eye widening. That poor kitty! What sort of an awful man was this Carabas fellow? He did not notice that Notre Dame herself had stepped out until he heard her voice, totally female and very near.
He started up, standing very straight and placing his hands behind his back, looking as respectable as he could. He didn't feel it was proper to speak until spoken to to Paris herself, and so said nothing, even about the Marquis' cat, although he wanted to say a few words to him on that subject indeed. She looked so much younger than he'd thought she would. His heart had softened towards her already.
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Post by Marquis de Carabas on Jan 6, 2009 17:28:46 GMT -5
Flinching at the cat's claws, he extracted her from his pocket by the scruff of her neck and deposited her on the floor. He straightened from his bow and cast a contemptous glare at the cat before addressing Notre Dame.
"My lady, this is La Princesse Cendrillon Rien de Sous-la-Colline; a visitor from the court of the Faerie lord of Death. I believe you spoke of him."
His tone with her was very different than the one he took with nearly everyone else. He showed her a great deal of respect, and very little smugness.
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Post by Notre Dame on Jan 6, 2009 17:51:26 GMT -5
The kitteh darted across the floor to Notre Dame, scaling her dress like a bullet. Notre Dame didn't flinch, although the kitteh's claws must have caught at her through the torn lace and silk of her skirt. She merely looked a little puzzled and a little pleased, raising a hand to scratch the kitteh behind the ears as it balanced wobbily on her shoulder.
"Yes," she said. "I know. Do you want something for your trouble, Monsieur Marquis? Or have you already extracted your favor from him?" To Cendrillon she said, very simply and with a certain frankness, "I recieved your letter a while ago. It was very prettily written."
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Post by Cendrillon on Jan 6, 2009 21:33:50 GMT -5
The kitten was adorable. Cendrillon was able to look at it without showing disrespect to Notre Dame when it perched on her shoulder, purring loudly enough that he could hear it from where he stood, as a few cats he'd known were known to do. But it was not a detractor from her.
At the address, Cendrillon lifted his hand and pressed it against his heart unthinkingly, a small smile on his lips, cheeks just a little bit pinkened. "Thank you, Lady."
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