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Post by Marquis de Carabas on Jan 11, 2009 18:58:53 GMT -5
The Marquis had retreated backwards toward the entrance.
"I have some other business to attend to- once you're done with your conference, my lady, princess- I won't be far."
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Post by Notre Dame on Jan 12, 2009 8:43:39 GMT -5
Idly, as if she hadn't noticed the Marquis's words or rather had ignored them, Notre Dame clapped her hands against her skirts soundlessly, over and over as she watched Cendrillon. There was an air of dull expectancy about the look, as though she was prepared to wait forever to hear what Cendrillon had to say and wouldn't even mind if it took forever, because being Notre Dame was after all very boring and she didn't get out much.
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Post by Cendrillon on Jan 14, 2009 11:58:38 GMT -5
Cendrillon paid little note of the Marquis' leaving. He felt sort of like a schoolboy entranced by an older girl without any hope of winning her over, and really little thought that women are at all things to woo and win over in the least, in the first place.
He carefully folded his hands behind his back and said, dutifully, but meaning it, "You're very lovely, Lady."
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Post by Notre Dame on Jan 14, 2009 21:26:41 GMT -5
"Thank you!" Notre Dame beamed, eyes crinkling. "I am very proud of my towers. The rose windows, have you seen them? They're the best." A pause, as she frowned. "People tried to break them a few years ago, during that- that time. Do you remember that? There were so many people in places they shouldn't be. A lot of them lost their heads. Why are you here?"
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Post by Cendrillon on Jan 27, 2009 17:04:50 GMT -5
There was a pause, then Cendrillon shook his head slowly, unsure of what the limits to this conversation were going to be. He felt very small suddenly, and very young. She did not seem all that much older, in many ways; it was as though her age were something small children boasted about.
"I wasn't born yet," said Cendrillon timidly, not sure which statement to reply to, and not noticing that he was staring.
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Post by Notre Dame on Feb 11, 2009 15:16:53 GMT -5
Notre Dame waited very patiently for exactly four beats, then said, her intonation exactly the same as before so that she sounded like a record, broken, "Why are you here?"
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Post by Cendrillon on Feb 12, 2009 10:05:41 GMT -5
Cendrillon would feel rather silly stating something like, "I don't exactly know," and so he refrained from doing it.
"Because... because I'd like to be. I... wanted to meet you," he said, the pauses long and natural rather than abrupt.
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Post by Notre Dame on Feb 24, 2009 15:21:37 GMT -5
Notre Dame regarded him politely, hands clasped in front of her at the moment. They stilled only when she was making an effort to have them do so, like now. "Sweet thing, you've met me, and you're still here. Why else? Can I give you something? Not now but later."
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Post by Cendrillon on Feb 24, 2009 15:44:27 GMT -5
Cendrillon was becoming accustomed to the Lady's speech patterns, and it made him enjoy it much more.
"Yes, Lady. And - because - I like you, and because - " This time the pause was abrupt, and seemed labored. "I'm sort of... lonesome."
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Post by Notre Dame on Feb 24, 2009 15:59:07 GMT -5
Notre Dame's face crinkled into a brilliant smile. In a whirl of skirts and drifting web, she was in front of him, thin hands seeking his out and tangling their fingers together. "I like you already," she said, and laughed like the tinkling of broken glass.
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Post by Cendrillon on Feb 24, 2009 16:03:17 GMT -5
Cendrillon blushed sort of happily and beamed back, tightening his fingers. In perfect honesty, he had never really had friends, and so the ways in which this relationship did not mirror a normal friendship would doubtless not strike him. He already revered and very much adored the Lady and was not surprised he did, either. After all, Paris was sort of the whole world to him.
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Post by Notre Dame on Feb 24, 2009 16:17:36 GMT -5
Notre Dame continued to smile at him as the kitty, whose presence may or may not have been entirely forgotten as the little thing had been partly concealed in Notre Dame's long hair, suddenly stood up on the woman's shoulder. Back arching, it paused to catch its balance, wobbling, claws extended around strands of Notre Dame's hair, then slid partway down her side, got caught in fabric, freed itself one paw at a time, and leapt to the floor. And then proceeded to trot off, tail straight up in the air, vaguely in the direction that the Marquis had disappeared.
And Notre Dame said, "You're the Prince's boy, aren't you?"
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Post by Cendrillon on Feb 24, 2009 16:24:03 GMT -5
Cendrillon was almost worried about the cat, because he was generally very decent and humane and did not imagine Carabas was, being, after all, a smooth and magnetic surface that repelled all unwanted things - such as cast insults - and attracted in the worst ways - such as Cendrillon's being dependent on the man and thereby finding it necessary to stick to him closely. But Notre Dame's words fixed into his brain and he almost swooned - rather ostentatiously, one admits, but the correct sentiment besides.
"Yes," said Cendrillon adoringly. "Mm-hm. That's me."
Belatedly, he looked at her curiously, wondering where she'd heard this.
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Post by Notre Dame on Feb 24, 2009 17:11:04 GMT -5
One of Notre Dame's fingers tapped on the back of Cendrillon's hand, on the smooth sweep of skin between his fingers. Perhaps she did have some idea of the correct and the incorrect things to say, because she didn't ask aloud how long he would last, like she was thinking- that was silly of her, though. She knew exactly how long he'd last. The Prince chose a new Princess for the start of every century.
"I saw him," she said. "I see him. Every 100 years, for a very long, long time."
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Post by Cendrillon on Feb 24, 2009 17:16:12 GMT -5
It struck Cendrillon suddenly that she might have met the last brides. He was so eager to know. He had only heard of them in snippets - "nothing like Esquiva!" or, head-shaking, "didn't Helissente wear that dress once?" - and then he thought those snippets had been deliberate, to bruise and remind him that other girls had come before him and that other girls would follow and so forth.
"Do you see the former princesses?" He shook his head. Her tense-switching was infectious. "Did you? Ever? I mean..."
He bit his lip.
"Am I not the first to seek you out?" He sounded almost hurt.
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