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Post by Notre Dame on Feb 24, 2009 17:23:23 GMT -5
"Yes, I saw them. What happens when he gets a new one, do you think? Where do they go?" Notre Dame had never, ever considered this before. She's never had to. She'd never met one before. "Come see me again before he throws you away."
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Post by Cendrillon on Feb 24, 2009 17:27:45 GMT -5
Cendrillon licked his lips, which suddenly seemed very dry, and took a step back as though to break away from the Lady's hands, instead only swaying a bit, too dazed to realize he had to make an effort to do so, and let go.
"He doesn't throw them away?" asked Cendrillon in a hushed, horrified whisper.
He had turned over this question very, very often, and pondered the ins and outs of it more than once, but had ultimately come to the conclusion that it was never Mourant's choice, that the princess had forced his hand. Mourant, betrayed, poor darling Prince of his... Never his fault! Never his decision! He was too perfect for something like that, even as he was cruel... Never like that.
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Post by Notre Dame on Feb 24, 2009 17:36:12 GMT -5
Notre Dame regard him curiously, letting him break the circuit of their hands without really paying any attention. Her hands remained in the air, fingers curling in on themselves. "I don't know. That's why I asked you. You mean you haven't asked?"
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Post by Cendrillon on Feb 24, 2009 17:38:28 GMT -5
He folded his arms as though cold.
"Well, I think it's just because the princesses get rude or stop loving him or something. There's no such thing as divorce as far as I can tell."
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Post by Notre Dame on Feb 24, 2009 17:45:15 GMT -5
"If I were you," Notre Dame said quietly, violet eyes flickering up at him, "I'd ask."
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Post by Cendrillon on Feb 24, 2009 17:51:21 GMT -5
Cendrillon's eye flickered up to hers a moment, then away, and then back - and then away again, as he couldn't look at her when he said it.
His shoulders were very tight. He was so unaccustomed to how he felt now that he did not even realize he was about to start crying any moment from then. "He knows I want to," he said, voice sounding strange, "but when I get near the topic, he... He says things... So that I won't..."
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Post by Notre Dame on Feb 24, 2009 17:54:24 GMT -5
Cendrillon's voice had goten rather thick and strangled, and Notre Dame wondered why. It was prettier when it was clear. "Does he take your tongue from you? Your lips, your voice?"
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Post by Cendrillon on Feb 25, 2009 11:43:23 GMT -5
Cendrillon shook his head, hair tumbling into his face. He pushed it back with a hasty hand.
"Just says things like... Like where curiosity will get me. Like, that's it's impudent. So that he's hinted that something bad will happen if I ask. Or that I don't want to know. I do. But maybe..." His cheeks felt so hot, and he realized that there was a streak of a tear on his right cheek, and wiped it away hurriedly. He hadn't realized that he'd been automatically turning his body sharply away from the Lady's, so that she couldn't be looking on him.
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Post by Notre Dame on Feb 25, 2009 21:14:45 GMT -5
Notre Dame hadn't seen the tear, and didn't make the connection between that and his wiping his cheeks; if she had, she would have tried to touch it instantly. As it was, he was turning away from her and she couldn't see him anymore, and so Notre Dame reached out, took him by the shoulders, and turned him back. Then her hands were very briefly on the sides of his face, thumbs under his chin as though framing him; although there was nothing to distinguish her touch from the air aside from the light pressure and the texture of her skin, her hands would have still felt cool in comparion to his hot skin. The frame of her hands tilted his head up straight, smoothing hair out of his face. Then her touch was gone again, and she smiled.
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Post by Cendrillon on Mar 1, 2009 15:59:18 GMT -5
Cendrillon hadn't been touched in such a sweet and nonthreatening way in really all of his life, and the first time she touched his shoulders - and certainly when she reached for his face - he flinched noticeably in genuine fright, all the muscles in his body tightening. In moments, however, the gesture seemed very soothing, very compassionate, even if it hadn't been, and Cendrillon, who had never been a proper sort of person anyway, dropped composure and threw himself at her, embracing the strange little childish-looking girl that was Notre Dame and sobbing in a harsh and tragic way.
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Post by Notre Dame on Mar 1, 2009 19:38:55 GMT -5
Notre Dame jumped, hands fluttering like startled birds around Cendrillon's shoulders as he clutched her. Not only was she unaccustomed to being touched, she hadn't the slightest idea why Cendrillon would do so, and she stared down at Cendrillon's dark head, features slack with surprise, amazement, and confusion. He had very pretty hair, she noticed, and fascinated, she stroked the sides of his head as though he were a kitten.
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Post by Cendrillon on Mar 3, 2009 9:44:55 GMT -5
Cendrillon, ignorant of Notre Dame's vastly unsympathetic response, felt relieved to be allowed to hold onto the Lady and cry on her, and after a while, his weeping subsided instead into something sort of hiccupy before dying away, and he was very still for a moment, not wanting to pull back, but finally doing it very slowly as though breaking away, moderately fearful of having disturbed some balance. It was nice and comforting to have his hair stroked, though. He couldn't think of whenever it had last been done... with vague horror he thought that last person might have been his mother. He would have only been about ten, though, if that. Certainly it was neither step-brother. Nor was it Mourant. Perhaps slight encouragement of something he might be doing already, but that was hardly comfort.
Cendrillon timidly wiped at his eye with the back of his hand. His nose was a bit pink and his lower eyelid was as well, all his black eyelashes quite apparent and shining. It was a sort of prettiness that Mourant seemed to find enticing, if no other. "Thank you... " he began.
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Post by Notre Dame on Mar 3, 2009 12:03:00 GMT -5
Notre Dame's chest and shoulder were shiny with his tears, now, which she did not notice because she engrossed in Cendrillon. "Would you like me to call the kitten?" she asked, brow crumpled in a mixture of confusion and concern. "To make you feel better."
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Post by Cendrillon on Mar 3, 2009 14:20:48 GMT -5
Cendrillon wasn't sure what that would do, but his voice was still trembling and giving out on him, so he just nodded and continued wiping at his face. His eye felt itchy.
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Post by Notre Dame on Mar 3, 2009 16:47:32 GMT -5
Notre Dame nodded sharply and began to snap her fingers, the soft sound barely audible. After a few snaps the kitteh trotted out from the back of the hall and towards them, scaling her dress again and earning itself a scratch under the chin from Notre Dame. It peered at Cendrillon with wide blue eyes, head cocked, and began to project the most soothing air of warmth, like he wasn't in a wide cold room full of marble and water. The kitteh's purr started off low and rumbled into place with the feeling, and when Notre Dame plucked it off her shoulder and held it out to him, legs dangling, she looked more relaxed as well.
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