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Post by Kat de Winter on Jan 11, 2010 0:04:41 GMT -5
Henry chuckled. "Until recently, the entire court itself had failed to inform me. Quite the surprise, I can tell you. I think they grew tired of mere correspondance." She smiled brightly. "It must be nice to know that one is missed so deeply. I'm not sure I wield that sort of influence over anyone, let alone a whole court."
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Post by Sir Percy on Jan 11, 2010 0:05:00 GMT -5
Sir Percy held his wife's arm firmly as they made their way into the ballroom, his own outfit complementing that of his wife's. He wore gold to match the blood-red hue his beloved had chosen, his breeches and waistcoat cut of the finest silk Persia had to offer. As usual, he wore his hair free of any powder, and the golden hue picked up the gold in his coatee.
He too, bore the same mark as Vianne, but considered it simply one more thread that bound him to the most dazzling of women.
He swept his wife into the ballroom and stood for a moment, observing old friends and new faces alike.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jan 11, 2010 0:08:51 GMT -5
"So much has changed," she said softly, a falter in her voice apparent as she gazed at the crowd. "I suppose many of the people we knew are dead, now..."
No amount of forethought had allowed her to prepare herself fully for the reality she faced now in seeing so many strangers in a setting that used to be full of friends, or at least acquaintances, and she turned her face away from the light for a moment as she blinked back tears.
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Post by Henry VIII on Jan 11, 2010 0:09:35 GMT -5
She smiled brightly. "It must be nice to know that one is missed so deeply. I'm not sure I wield that sort of influence over anyone, let alone a whole court." "Well...I'm not sure if it is because they missed me or that it would be easier to conduct affairs of estate if we were in all one place." He said with a little laugh. "But for you, I think, it would all be from adoration."
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Post by Sir Percy on Jan 11, 2010 0:13:27 GMT -5
Percy, ever the gentleman, stepped forward and gracefully shielded his wife, allowing her a moment to compose herself.
"They live on, dearest, in the faces of their children," he said in low, velvet tones, glancing sadly at the Comte de Chagny. His own heart filled with grief for a moment, thinking of the noble and elegant Phillippe de Chagny, now succeeded by one of his sons.
Are you Rebecca's child? Do you know your father and I were enemies, then allies, then friends? Do you know I gave over my most precious burden to him, not once, but twice?
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Post by Kat de Winter on Jan 11, 2010 0:14:10 GMT -5
"Well...I'm not sure if it is because they missed me or that it would be easier to conduct affairs of estate if we were in all one place." He said with a little laugh. "But for you, I think, it would all be from adoration." "I am sure your presence is desired for reasons beyond the practical. Whatever would the ladies of court do without you to flatter them?"
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Post by Henry VIII on Jan 11, 2010 0:17:17 GMT -5
"Ah, you've caught me, it seems. Yes, indeed, there are a few that seem unable to cope unless they get their daily allotment of compliments. I daresay they wither away."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jan 11, 2010 0:18:43 GMT -5
Vianne pulled herself together after a moment, straightening her shoulders and nodding slightly as her eyes met Percy's, though hers still brimmed with tears. Dashing the tears away with a fingertip, she composed herself and put on a smile.
"Of course you are right, Percy. I was just...surprised, I suppose, though I cannot say why. We've always known it would be this way, for us, eventually."
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Post by Kat de Winter on Jan 11, 2010 0:19:02 GMT -5
"It is such a noble service you do us, sir. However can we repay you?"
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Post by Sir Percy on Jan 11, 2010 0:21:19 GMT -5
Percy smiled tenderly down at his wife, his great height seeming more protective than intimidating.
"They still live, Vianne, even if they are not with us," he said gently.
He paused, his beautiful eyes dimmed.
"We made our choice, dearest, together. I could not have lived without you, and these are the sacrifices I am happy to make if it means I will spend eternity at your side."
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Post by Zachaire on Jan 11, 2010 0:21:56 GMT -5
Percy, ever the gentleman, stepped forward and gracefully shielded his wife, allowing her a moment to compose herself. "They live on, dearest, in the faces of their children," he said in low, velvet tones, glancing sadly at the Comte de Chagny. His own heart filled with grief for a moment, thinking of the noble and elegant Phillippe de Chagny, now succeeded by one of his sons. Are you Rebecca's child? Do you know your father and I were enemies, then allies, then friends? Do you know I gave over my most precious burden to him, not once, but twice?Zachaire, who was not quite as sociable as his sister, had taken up a space near to the action so that it did not seem as though he was too far away from it, but that also didn't place him too deep into it. As his gaze moved over the crowd, they stopped, noticing a wonderfully and elegantly dressed couple standing together. He couldn't quite place why they drew his attention so much, but for the briefest of moments he felt almost a kinship with them. Odd, that he could almost think that he and his sister had hair similar to the woman. He shook it off, though it lingered as his attention shifted elsewhere .
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Post by Tony on Jan 11, 2010 0:22:17 GMT -5
Sir Tony escorted his wife into the ballroom, smiling and looking very dashing in general, having inherited a knack for dressing well from his father, though there was something still boyish or rakish playing about the corners of his eyes and mouth; though said eyes and mouth were for Ellie alone.
"Have I told you how radiant you look tonight, my dear?" he asked her lightly, catching her eye with a sideways glance.
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Post by Sir Percy on Jan 11, 2010 0:26:07 GMT -5
((Oh, TONY))
Percy glanced up as he felt a young man's prying eyes fall upon him, but dismissed it for the moment, for he had seen a dear and beloved face enter the grand ballroom.
He lifted his leonine head and looked straight at his son, as Antony Blakeney stood with a woman who was obviously his wife.
My son. How many years has it been?
"Vianne," he murmured, "there is someone you may well wish to see, dearest."
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Post by Ellie de Winter on Jan 11, 2010 0:27:39 GMT -5
Ellie just gave a soft laugh.
"Not tonight, I don't think," she responded, glancing back at him.
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Post by Henry VIII on Jan 11, 2010 0:28:28 GMT -5
"It is such a noble service you do us, sir. However can we repay you?" "I do what I can...but, perhaps, a dance would be suitable in exchange?"
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