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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 31, 2008 19:31:30 GMT -5
"Something's happened."
He shook his head.
"I had a feeling...I should have been here, to help...I can make things move."
He sighed.
"I'm so sorry. You shouldn't stay for a shadow. What good could I really do for you?"
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Post by Carolina on Dec 31, 2008 19:49:48 GMT -5
"I...I don't know. --but I trust you...I think you will do what you can to help me...to protect me...and I...well, I need to be stronger. I can't run from this. Likely I may run into similar problems no matter where I go. I could go farther and fare worse, you know? And you...you cannot hurt me...even if you wanted to."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 31, 2008 20:10:23 GMT -5
"I think this house needs someone strong. There isn't enough of that, here. There used to be..."
He reached out to touch her arm, but his fingers went right through.
"I would do what I could. It's hard sometimes for me to...to appear, but I'd try more to help you. Even if I'm only a ghost, I could a friend, if...if you need one."
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Post by Carolina on Dec 31, 2008 20:13:35 GMT -5
*She looked up at him, meeting his gaze at last.
No, she did not fear him. And if she offended him...who would he tell? What action could he possibly take?*
"I do. ...I do need one..." *she smiled a small smile and turned back to the house, pushing the gigantic wrought-iron gate open so she could slip through back to the other side.*
"Are you coming back to the house with me, then?"
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 31, 2008 20:20:52 GMT -5
He turned along with her, giving her a brilliant smile the likes of which he hadn't had in a long time.
"Of course I'll walk back with you. And...thank you. For staying."
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Post by Carolina on Dec 31, 2008 20:22:55 GMT -5
*Carolina blushed and smiled wider herself, looking back to the house as they walked back--well, she walked, he kind of floated beside her.*
"Thank you for being a friend, sir. I--I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to speak to...your family. I don't think they would believe anything I said to them...and well...I rarely see the grand mistress, and as for your son--I try to avoid him..."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 31, 2008 20:28:50 GMT -5
"Don't worry. I wouldn't want anyone thinking you were going mad, when you are most certainly not."
He paused at the mention of Olivier.
"I would say I should speak to my son, but...it would be fruitless."
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Post by Carolina on Dec 31, 2008 20:31:25 GMT -5
"I will not, even were you to order me to do so," *she said fiercely.* "He may be your son, but he is a cowardly and vile monster of the lowest order, and outdone only by his uncle."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 31, 2008 20:47:15 GMT -5
"I'm sorry. I know that does not mean much. But I can't help but feel so."
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Post by Carolina on Jan 1, 2009 6:21:31 GMT -5
"Perhaps he would have turned out differently, had you been there to raise him. You seem a gentleman."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 1, 2009 15:28:32 GMT -5
His laugh was self-deprecating.
"I just try to treat others as I would have them treat me."
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Post by Carolina on Jan 1, 2009 16:11:32 GMT -5
"Singular," *said Carolina as they approached the house, turning to go back in the servants entrance.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 1, 2009 16:19:04 GMT -5
"Surely I'm not the only one that does so." He said, following.
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Post by Carolina on Jan 1, 2009 16:25:30 GMT -5
"Certainly the only nobleman I've ever heard of who was truly noble in that sense," *she said.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Jan 1, 2009 16:27:59 GMT -5
"Nobles, sadly, don't live up to that name very often. Something I learned the hard way."
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