Laurent
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Post by Laurent on Jan 6, 2010 22:56:17 GMT -5
Once she was settled, he turned the horse and headed back to the Chateau at a canter. A flat-out run wouldn't be the best of ideas, not in this darkness, and the echo of hoofboots could potentially catch unwanted attention once they reached the house.
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Post by Evie on Jan 6, 2010 23:03:27 GMT -5
As it turned out, she was actually feeling sleepy, and felt herself nod off into the realm between sleep and wakefulness, conscious enough to hold on but dozy enough to rest her face against his back and close her eyes.
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Post by Laurent on Jan 6, 2010 23:10:46 GMT -5
Once they'd reached the house, he'd paused a short distance away, even though the lights were out and the grounds were still. It never hurt to be cautious, and he didn't really fancy being shot at for trespassing.
"Evelyn..." He whispered. "We're here."
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Post by Evie on Jan 6, 2010 23:15:09 GMT -5
"Hnwha why did we st--" She blinked and turned sort of pink (thank God he couldn't see her). "Right. I'll be going then."
She hitched one leg over the saddle and jumped lightly down, trying to decide whether she should go in through the front door or the kitchen door.
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Post by Laurent on Jan 6, 2010 23:30:07 GMT -5
"It was a pleasure being able to meet. I hope we can do so again sometime, and it doesn't have to necessarily be at such a late hour."
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Post by Evie on Jan 6, 2010 23:32:49 GMT -5
She interrupted the end of his sentence with her mouth, pulling him down so she could kiss him properly--or as properly as one could when on the ground and the other participant was on top of a horse. Her heart was doing funny little fluttery things, and her stomach had learned to tap-dance. One hand made its way into his hair, but as quickly as she had kissed him, she pulled back, turned, and fled for the kitchen door.
The effect of the romantic imagery of a young lady in a nightgown fleeing in the moonlight was somewhat marred by a large mud stain on her rear end.
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Post by Laurent on Jan 6, 2010 23:43:05 GMT -5
Well, that was unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome. After he got over his initial surprise at it, he'd wholeheartedly returned the kiss. A bit of an awkward angle, but he somehow managed not to topple off the horse (and ruin the moment). He watched her with some amusement as she took off, waiting until she was indoors before turning his horse and riding off and back to the Desmarais Estate, a grin that threatened to be a smirk on his face .
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 6, 2010 23:51:20 GMT -5
The house was big but not big enough for Chuck to be oblivious about his daughter's absence.
Two hours had passed since he sat down in the kitchen with a decanter full of brandy and a crystal glass. He had put himself in her shoes and had figured that if she were going to sneak back in, the kitchen door would be her choice. The years hadn't lessened his ability to think like a teenager.
Restless and impatient, Chuck began quietly pacing around.
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Post by Evie on Jan 6, 2010 23:53:48 GMT -5
She managed to get the door open with little noise, and thought she was probably safe if no-one had noticed her thus far. She leaned against the wall and put her hand on her chest, willing her heart not to beat through it from the adrenaline, and prepared to pad up to her room when she noticed a person in the kitchen with her. Instinct made her gasp and press herself against the wall. Once she realized who it was, she looked almost comically guilty.
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 6, 2010 23:56:26 GMT -5
Chuck stopped pacing and set down his glass.
"At the risk of sounding like a typical dad with a teenage daughter... where the hell have you been?"
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Post by Evie on Jan 6, 2010 23:57:26 GMT -5
She exhaled, looking more tired than defiant.
"At the risk of sounding like a typical teenage daughter with a dad, 'out'."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 7, 2010 0:01:10 GMT -5
"Until a quarter after midnight? Rolling around in the mud? Alone?" he said then quickly corrected himself. "You better have been alone."
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Post by Evie on Jan 7, 2010 0:09:24 GMT -5
"Oh come on, they've all got 19th-century morals around here. I'm sober and I haven't been debauched, and I'm out until one au moins in New York!"
Except, like her mother's, Evie's accent, subdued in most circumstances, gave away when she was upset. If she was upset enough, she even started substituting French words for English ones mid-sentence.
((at least))
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 7, 2010 0:20:51 GMT -5
"New York's an entirely predictable town," he said dully. "I can guess what you're doing over there even at three in the morning. And I know that place bores you."
Chuck took a moment and observed her.
"Who were you with?"
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Post by Evie on Jan 7, 2010 0:23:22 GMT -5
She ran fingers through her hair, more annoyed than stressed.
"One of the neighbors." She said, purposely vague. She even looked up at him with the same challenging look he'd probably given plenty of adults.
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