Cendrillon
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Post by Cendrillon on Mar 7, 2009 16:49:40 GMT -5
Cendrillon might have spent his time amongst faeries, and things were never what they seemed to be there, but it didn't mean he knew a magic cat when he met one. Cendrillon was used to cats making you feel better, when they were soft and warm and purring on you. He welcomed the kitten eagerly into his arms, not realizing that he was being manipulated - however benignly - into contentment. He just knew that the hacking crying was going away, and he had later just become calm and quiet, with a wet cheek.
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Post by Notre Dame on Mar 8, 2009 10:26:51 GMT -5
The kitteh nestled quite naturally into said cheek, wet or not, her low purr vibrating through the bone, and Notre Dame watched and smiled at the two of them, hands folded behind her back.
"There," she said, pleased with herself. "That is better."
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Cendrillon
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Post by Cendrillon on Mar 8, 2009 15:46:16 GMT -5
Cendrillon had never had a cat in his life. He'd tried to lure in strays before, but they were violent and never stayed. Certainly he'd never had a cat sitting on his neck and nestling and purring on him, and it was a really nice feeling. He felt as though the cat wanted to be near him and with him, as though for some personal reason, and he was very touched. He didn't know what it was to be wanted in a loving way. Mourant did not want him like that. His idea of love was rather skewed as it was, and so he wasn't sure what to make of this, nor of how nice it was.
He just nodded in response, and pet the cat gingerly, as though touching it would frighten it away.
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Post by Notre Dame on Mar 8, 2009 15:58:34 GMT -5
Notre Dame was watching him quite keenly now, as he nodded and didn't speak. "I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry. Will you still come back and see me?"
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Post by Cendrillon on Mar 8, 2009 16:23:52 GMT -5
Cendrillon looked at her as though surprised. Although there was something of a strange light on her face, it was easy to attribute that to the environment. Her room was strange and colorful, like the reflection of the world on the surface of a soap bubble. And she looked really like another girl. At the same time, Cendrillon fancied he could feel in her everything he knew and loved about Paris, the Paris he knew, had grown up in. He'd been in the cathedral from which she took her names and prayed more times than he could recall - and he'd done some not-so-pious things there, too. She was all of it. He remembered his respect, suddenly, and became shy.
"Will you still want me to? Now that I've cried and everything..."
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Post by Notre Dame on Mar 8, 2009 16:28:39 GMT -5
"I would always want you here," Notre Dame said, entirely truthfully, for she was very often bored and lonely. "At then end of your century, come see me again, stay with me a while, if you get away. And come again whenever you like, if you like, I would be very happy."
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Cendrillon
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Post by Cendrillon on Mar 8, 2009 16:46:08 GMT -5
The reminder of this made Cendrillon shiver, just a little, but, the kitten still purring on him, it wasn't nearly such a chill as it might have been. And the lady, who was Paris herself, was telling him she wanted him to see her.
"Um. I would like to. But I can't -. I mean -. I'm not much company." He was starting to sound mildly anxious and unsure of himself. "I mean I'm not very good for anything like talking or that, I'm only good for..." Because Mourant didn't really spend any time with him outside of the sex. "I can play the violin," he said, biting his lip.
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Post by Notre Dame on Mar 8, 2009 20:14:40 GMT -5
"Do you?" Notre Dame was intrigued. "I like my buskers. Play for me."
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Post by Cendrillon on Mar 8, 2009 20:23:26 GMT -5
Cendrillon blushed. "I don't have one with me," he said, gesturing with one hand towards his clothing.
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Post by Notre Dame on Mar 8, 2009 21:57:16 GMT -5
Notre Dame's lips parted, then pressed together. "I do not have one either." This was immensely saddening to her, and she made a silent vow to get one immediately. A vow that she would forget, of course. If there were any stringed instruments anywhere in her chamber, anywhere among the occasional scattered lumps of objects and material, doubtless it would have deteriorated badly.
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Post by Cendrillon on Mar 9, 2009 19:40:19 GMT -5
"Um. Do you play?"
He could not understand why Notre Dame would want to have one, unless she did.
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Post by Notre Dame on Mar 9, 2009 20:24:14 GMT -5
Notre Dame pursed her lips, thoughtfully. "I don't know. I've never tried."
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Post by Cendrillon on Mar 10, 2009 19:35:25 GMT -5
Unsure of her motives - if the lady had motives, Cendrillon asked, tentatively, after a suitable pause, "Do you want to learn?"
((By the way, left you a thread in World of Wonders.))
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Post by Notre Dame on Mar 10, 2009 21:57:24 GMT -5
Notre Dame brightened. "Oh, yes. Would you teach me?"
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Post by Cendrillon on Mar 11, 2009 17:14:03 GMT -5
Cendrillon brightened muchly at this prospect. He would not only have a reason to keep visiting the lady, but it would also be something... well, rather nice to do. He liked playing the violin. "Yes!"
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