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Post by Belladonna on Oct 16, 2007 22:47:19 GMT -5
*She glanced back at him for a moment, her long hair swishing beautifully over her shoulder.* It's so strange. When I first moved to Paris, I thought that once I was set up, I would never want to leave the city. But now...it's just so...
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Post by Christian on Oct 16, 2007 22:48:45 GMT -5
Christian resisted letting his mouth gape open with amazement.
"Depressing?" he volunteered, his voice cracking just the tiniest bit.
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Post by Parisa on Oct 17, 2007 18:18:24 GMT -5
***BELLA***
Stressful. and there's too much of everything in the city. People, activities, food... Memories...
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Post by Christian on Oct 17, 2007 21:44:16 GMT -5
"Really? I rather enjoy the busy activity and lifestyle, but the noise I simply cannot tolerate. Inspiration needs quiet, silence... peace! Really, I can't be expected to come up with anything significant to me if I can't concentrate."
A soft look settled on Christian's face.
"And that's where this place comes into play."
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Post by Belladonna on Oct 17, 2007 21:48:40 GMT -5
Yes... *She smiled slightly, playing with her hair.* I used to love activity, I've just been so...tired lately.
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Post by Christian on Oct 17, 2007 21:52:34 GMT -5
((Sorry for signing off so abruptly yesterday! I had to quickly say my good-bye's before my computer shut down on me. Stupid thing. *smacks*)) "And I wouldn't blame you, Bella. It's the child growing within you. Well, I don't mean that it's to blame but you're not either and well, it's just--yeah." Christian looked positively flustered. He sat up and buried his face in his hands.
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Post by Belladonna on Oct 17, 2007 22:02:56 GMT -5
((Nah, it's fine! My computer actually busted right after I replied, too. ;D ))
*She couldn't stop herself from reaching back to ruffle his hair in a sweet, understanding gesture.* I know. But it's not just physical- I feel like my soul is tired.
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Post by Christian on Oct 17, 2007 22:20:07 GMT -5
(( Technology...)) Christian looked up suddenly, suspicion glinting in his eyes. "Why?" He hesitated before continuing. "Is it--is it Enjolras? Is he making you unhappy? Because if he is, you know that you can always find a friend in me."
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Post by Belladonna on Oct 17, 2007 22:22:53 GMT -5
((Indeed!))
*She shook her head quickly, her drying hair shimmering as it moved.* No, no, not at all. There's just so much unhappiness in Paris, in general.
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Post by Christian on Oct 17, 2007 22:27:20 GMT -5
"Ah, I see. But then again, the world today is not happy place. I can only wonder what the next centuries will bring us. Britney Spears, Paris Hilton, Nicole Richie, Lindsay Lohan. And I can only wonder whether we will again be able to appreciate the finer things in life."
Christian couldn't help staring at her hair. And the person with that hair.
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Post by Belladonna on Oct 17, 2007 22:33:05 GMT -5
((I love her hair. It's so useful!))
*She shrugged slightly, tilting her head down to contemplate her own hands, the sunlight falling dazzlingly on her pretty, pale face.* We can only hope so.
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Post by Christian on Oct 17, 2007 22:43:11 GMT -5
Sh*t. Don't look at her, Christian. Oh, how she tempts me so, the man thought.
"Truth, beauty, freedom, and love. What I value most in this world." All qualities that the beautiful young woman before him had.
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Post by Belladonna on Oct 17, 2007 22:45:45 GMT -5
*Her dark blue eyes flicked up from her hands to his face, a slight smile playing at her lips.* Of course...the most beautiful qualities of life.
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Post by Christian on Oct 17, 2007 22:51:30 GMT -5
"Um, yes."
Christian thought his eyes would be burned for staring too long at her. One must not covet another man's wife, he reminded himself. He climbed to his feet and stared off into the woods, anything to distract him.
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Post by Belladonna on Oct 17, 2007 22:52:56 GMT -5
*She frowned slightly, genuinely confused.* Why do you keep doing that?
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