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Post by Carolina on Jan 1, 2009 18:56:34 GMT -5
"I will not," *she replied, pulling on a worn shoe.* "No matter how hard I work."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 1, 2009 19:02:04 GMT -5
"It shouldn't be that way. You should...you should have something to show for it."
He sighed.
"I guess some things don't change. Servants don't get what they truly should have, and I sit about wishing something could be done about that."
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Post by Carolina on Jan 1, 2009 19:08:28 GMT -5
*Carolina smiled weakly.*
"What would I do with piles of gold, if I had it?" *she teased.* "I have no family to benefit."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 1, 2009 19:12:05 GMT -5
"Well...I..."
He shook his head.
"Perhaps my mother is right, and I'm too idealistic. But--don't you have a dream? Something you long for, with all your heart?"
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Post by Carolina on Jan 1, 2009 19:28:09 GMT -5
"If I have dreams..."
*She shook her head.*
"I wake up. The days are too long and my nights too short--though I suppose it breaks my heart a little less to wake that much earlier..."
*She sighed, twirling a bit of loose thread from her needle in her fingers.*
"Once, I wished for a family...I was foolish. A foolish, lonely child. I know now it cannot be."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 1, 2009 19:37:35 GMT -5
It was saddening to hear her say that. To give up on it...
"I'm sorry. I wish I could do than say that, but what comfort could I give?"
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Post by Carolina on Jan 1, 2009 19:44:59 GMT -5
*Carolina shrugged.*
"It was not you who took me from my family...though, I wish--"
*She bit her lip.*
"They are long gone...they died not long after...after we were parted. I heard. I rather wonder now...that I can see you...and why I have never seen them. Truly, I would not recognize them, perhaps...I cannot recall their faces...though I think sometimes I hear their voices in my dreams. --but they could tell me who they were...if they were alright...or what happened...or why..."
*Her voice cracked and she broke off, turning to hide the tears that burned and flowed freely, now.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 1, 2009 19:50:51 GMT -5
"Oh, Carolina..."
Forgetting he was a ghost, he got up and went over to her, reaching out to place a hopefully comforting hand on her arm. Thanks to his strong feelings at that moment, the hand did not go through her arm but actually rested upon it.
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Post by Carolina on Jan 1, 2009 19:53:50 GMT -5
*Carolina let out a soft gasp and looked up at him, her eyes bright with tears, her cheeks wet.*
"You--you're..."
*She swallowed.*
"I can feel you..." *she whispered with some trembling wonderment.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 1, 2009 20:00:49 GMT -5
He glanced down at that, seeing it for himself.
"I..."
He looked back up at her, her tear-stained face making him want to hug her.
"I don't know what I did different."
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Post by Carolina on Jan 2, 2009 5:55:03 GMT -5
*She shook her head slowly.*
"Nor I...you look the same as you ever did."
((Wanna hear something sad? I totally had crackdream about Marc/Caro and woke up crying because Caro was crying.))
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 2, 2009 12:08:11 GMT -5
Unfortunately, now that he was conscious of it, the solidity flickered away and his hand passed through her arm.
"Maybe I can figure this out...it would be nice to actually interact with the world around me."
((Awww. Actually, I'd probably cry, too))
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Post by Carolina on Jan 2, 2009 13:37:41 GMT -5
"I suppose so..." *she said, looking down as his hand passed through her flesh and bone, making her shiver...it was like a thread of lightning in her veins.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 2, 2009 13:43:09 GMT -5
The shiver didn't go unnoticed.
"That...doesn't hurt you, does it?"
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Post by Carolina on Jan 2, 2009 13:47:35 GMT -5
"N-no...it's just...it's not like anything...anything I've ever felt before."
*She smiled hesitantly.*
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