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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Jul 31, 2009 20:24:39 GMT -5
Nicolas cast Armand a dark look.
"I'll have forgotten by then," he said shortly, and also quite airily, beginning a very exquisite minuet. "There are other windows quite more interesting than yours."
He was almost certain he wouldn't have any need for Armand with George around. What he'd find creeping into George's window would be so much sweet, so much kinder, so much warmer... in varying ways.
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Post by Armand on Aug 2, 2009 18:41:53 GMT -5
"Are there?" Armand asked, as though idly, but his eyes were fixed quite intently on Nicolas. "The vampire you've stayed with before, or have you found yet another to shelter you?"
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Aug 4, 2009 14:08:44 GMT -5
Nicolas shook his head to say no, and was about to reply with the truth, but it occurred to him that if he were to tell Armand that - after his ridiculous behavior in the tower, both when he'd thought Armand had wanted him to stay with him and afterwards, when he'd realized how off he'd been about that - he was now staying in a cemetery, Armand would have the most angelic little smirk upon his bow lips, and instead he sneered at him.
This alone should have made the answer very obvious.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Aug 16, 2009 17:31:58 GMT -5
**NEW NIGHT AGAIN**
When finally a plan to make contact with George occurred to him, Nicki wasted no time in putting it into play. He wanted to see him again very badly, and had a hard time thinking of a fashion in which he would not startle him at first, but his plan was altogether too brilliant. And Nicki did not waste his breath in modesty. He knew it was.
When George first heard the strains of violin-song from far beneath his balcony window, he might not have cared too much; it was unobtrusive and pleasant but not the manic playing that he'd done in the bar before, and therefore probably not too familiar. But then, rather sweetly, and with the faintest smirk, Nicki began on something George - and the rest of Paris - had last heard rung out from Notre Dame.
Nicki's eyes flickered up to the balcony expectantly as he played.
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Post by George Boleyn on Aug 18, 2009 10:09:36 GMT -5
It was very, very shortly after Nicolas had started playing the familiar tune that the door was flung open and the desired result was leaning over the balcony and grinning at him. George wore modern clothes, not really any more or less flattering than his clothes of before, but they ran in the same colors- green, gold, black- and were well made of dark, rich, material. He looked like some rich merchant's son or a nobleman, yes, but more importantly, he looked at though he'd always and forever belonged in this era.
"Where is my singing?" he demanded, barely raising his voice but leaning over the rail as though that alone would make it carry. "There must be serenading to accompany your music, fair player!"
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Aug 18, 2009 14:36:31 GMT -5
Nicolas, not knowing whether or not George could make out his features in the dark at a distance, and not remembering that it would be possible for George to not see him, tossed his hair back and grinned up at him. Of course he could hear George perfectly. He was a little more careful in ensuring that his own voice carried. All vampires are natural ventriloquists.
"Call me up and I'll croon in your ear," he said. "You have told me I may not be obvious in public and I am afraid a song would be very obvious. What floor are you on?"
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Post by George Boleyn on Aug 18, 2009 21:12:30 GMT -5
George shifted his weight to the side, tilting his head at Nicolas. "Count the balconies." But he held up 3 fingers.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Aug 18, 2009 21:21:06 GMT -5
((I figured only George's floor had balconies. Especially if he was on the top floor.))
Nicki smiled at him, tilted his head with a smile, and strolled into the building. He raced up the stairs with vampiric speed, however, and found George's door in a moment. Of course, to George, however quickly he got there, he wouldn't even be winded, and after licking his fingertip and smoothing his hair, he knocked on the door quite calmly and leaned against the doorway.
George wouldn't know it, but he was the snappiest he'd looked in a century - nice trousers and nice shoes, a waistcoat, a careless slim tie, and a tailcoat, with a violin case folded carelessly in one arm. His hair was still mostly dust-free from their dip in the fountain, even though it had not been combed, and he had a nearly-smug expression on his face, although it didn't hide his boyish and besotted delight to see George again very well.
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Post by George Boleyn on Aug 18, 2009 21:39:03 GMT -5
(( *shrugs* ))
Only a moment later and Nicolas was at his door. George was surprised at this, but he didn't think on it much. The door clicked open, and George leaned out it much as he'd leaned against the balcony, against the opposite side of the frame as Nicolas. They made an interesting composition before George's lips spread in another wide smile and he took a step back to bow the vampire into his apartment.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Aug 19, 2009 13:05:37 GMT -5
Nicki slipped in, tossed the violin case into a chair, and draped himself along a sofa as though he lived here.
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Post by George Boleyn on Aug 20, 2009 21:43:18 GMT -5
"What's new, pussycat?"
George didn't sit yet- he made a grandiose gesture towards a bottle of wine on a sideboard, a slab of bread, silently inquiring of Nicolas whether he'd like anything to eat. "Is this a habit of yours, monsieur Frenchman, to serenade your peers with music sweet as any court's merry band? Or does one have to pull any bells to get it?"
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Aug 21, 2009 15:03:14 GMT -5
Nicolas had to stop himself from nodding. No, of course he couldn't eat anything. He was momentarily spooked by his own lack of thought, but it didn't look like much. Certainly he did not look disturbed. George would not understand the short pause unless he understood the reason behind it, which he didn't. Couldn't. And Nicki was not - not - going to tell him.
"No," he informed him, "it is not. It is a scheme. And it worked, I might add. I'm in, aren't I?" he added, slyly.
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Post by George Boleyn on Aug 24, 2009 16:20:16 GMT -5
"That you are, and I hope I was not the only one to recognize your tune. I would like to see a brace of priests muddying their robes in search of you on the street outside."
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Aug 25, 2009 8:33:32 GMT -5
"Mmm, would you?" queried Nicolas lazily.
The thought had occurred to one or two passers-by, none of them priests, and with a slightly open mind - this chilled hiim, but it had happened quite, quite easily - Nicki had been able to pick up on it and then very gently wash away the thought. But of course he couldn't tell George this. Let him snicker about it. It seemed to put him in good spirits, and George was very attractive in good spirits.
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Post by Erin Harper on Aug 25, 2009 10:19:15 GMT -5
"Oh, yes." As though speaking the thought had made him more conscious of it, George moved to the window and twitched the curtain aside to look down at the street. "Look at that, I think I see a priest. Ah- no- it's only a murder of crows."
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