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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 1, 2009 17:27:44 GMT -5
Marc couldn't knock, but felt like he ought to be able to rather than simply appearing unannounced. Instead, he showed up just inside the room, by the door.
"I hope I'm not intruding."
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Post by Carolina on Jan 1, 2009 17:33:10 GMT -5
*Carolina started slightly, her stocking falling into her lap, but she immediately smiled.*
"Of course not," *she said.* "I was just--er..." *she held up the sock.* "My toe was poking through."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 1, 2009 17:36:53 GMT -5
"Sorry about that. I should make a sound, before I just show up.
And, don't stop on my account. We can talk while you fix that."
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Post by Carolina on Jan 1, 2009 17:51:14 GMT -5
"Alright." *Carolina continued darning by the light of a single candle burning on the table beside her cot.* "What shall we talk about? Would you like to...sit down?" *she gestured to the rickety chair in one corner--the chair Olivier had spent so many days in when she was ill.* "I don't know if it makes any difference."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 1, 2009 17:58:40 GMT -5
He DID sit on the chair, though he didn't really need to sit down as he didn't get tired.
"I find I can interact with things, if I think about it."
He paused, thinking.
"Has...has Paris changed much, since I passed on? I can only see it from the windows of this house."
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Post by Carolina on Jan 1, 2009 18:00:38 GMT -5
"I...I do not know much of the city...I have spent most of my life on this estate. I presume that time has passed so much in that city as it has in this house..."
*She looked up to smile at him.*
"Besides--you died before I was born, I think. My memory is not so fine as all that."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 1, 2009 18:05:10 GMT -5
He gave a little smile.
"Well...yes. I can't expect you to remember what happened when you were a baby. I suppose it couldn't have changed too much since then."
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Post by Carolina on Jan 1, 2009 18:07:45 GMT -5
"The important things never change...or if they do, it matters little."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 1, 2009 18:12:10 GMT -5
He nodded.
"Like the skyline. It hasn't changed since then, really. The tower is still there, the castle...they haven't changed."
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Post by Carolina on Jan 1, 2009 18:14:52 GMT -5
"Twenty years or so may hardly erode such monuments...had you been dead for several centuries you may see some change in that arena."
*She put her hand in the stocking, tugging at the stitches to see if they would hold.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 1, 2009 18:18:32 GMT -5
"Eeesh...I'd rather not think of being here so long. The thought doesn't sit well with me."
Well, he didn't want be dead at all, but there wasn't really a way to remedy that, now was there?
"All I wanted was to settle with a family, and live out my life with that happiness." He said softly.
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Post by Carolina on Jan 1, 2009 18:19:57 GMT -5
"...and were you happy? With what you had, though it was not so long?"
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 1, 2009 18:23:13 GMT -5
"I was. All I really wanted was there. Perhaps...that's why I'm still here. The memories keep me."
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Post by Carolina on Jan 1, 2009 18:24:58 GMT -5
"A long life is no certain happiness, anyway," *said Carolina, pulling her skirt up above one knee so she could put the stocking back on over her bare foot.* "I'm currently healthy as the proverbial horse and what have I got to look forward to?"
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 1, 2009 18:33:44 GMT -5
"You should have so much more." He said simply.
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