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Post by Ghislain on Apr 3, 2011 18:37:05 GMT -5
"Well, I'd think it depends on whether or not you want to be here. Are you enjoying Paris, so far?"
As long as the painter was looking him in the eye, he might as well fix him with the most piercing stare in his arsenal. There was something probing in his tone of voice that implied he was referencing something, even if the man had no hope of understanding what.
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Post by Brandi on Apr 3, 2011 18:42:12 GMT -5
***AS NICOLAE***
*Offering a small shrug of his shoulders, Nicolae nodded shyly. Bumping more firmly against the man's hand with the gesture, he suddenly wondered if he'd made the smudge worse. He forced himself to still, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.*
"It is...very beautiful. The lights...the motion of it..." *His brow crinkled slightly, trying to sum up overwhelming emotion in bad French.*
"I like it. It is...intense."
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Post by Ghislain on Apr 3, 2011 18:51:40 GMT -5
Ghislain pulled the rag away, not as though he was done, but as though gesturing with his hand - which looked normal, but was a calculated gesture to try and keep the painter from leaving in relief. "It is, isn't it? I don't suppose you've done much in the way of tourism. You might need some sort of a guide for that, I would imagine, wouldn't you?"
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Post by Nicolae on Apr 3, 2011 18:58:06 GMT -5
*Nicolae's face twisted a bit, unsure of where the man was going with this. He lifted his eyes cautiously to him.*
"I...It would help, yes." *He admitted, somewhat reluctantly.* "Though I have not...it has not been an option." *Clarifying, he picked nervously at the paint under his nails. It was a rather fruitless endeavor though, given all that was left on his hands.*
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Post by Ghislain on Apr 3, 2011 19:04:03 GMT -5
Without seeming to draw attention to it, he took one of the man's hands and started to rub off the paint on his fingers.
"It hasn't? Goodness. I offer my services generously, should you be curious; and I won't even bother to charge."
He seemed almost intensely serious for a moment, but then flashed a smile, pulling his hand just sharply enough to pull the man forward an inch or so. "I shudder to think of you trapped in your rented rooms, not knowing where you might go for the amusements all Parisians take for granted..."
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Post by Nicolae on Apr 3, 2011 19:10:47 GMT -5
*Nicolae's lips parted in surprise as the touch changed, his gaze immediately shifting to fix on the man's hands. They were delicate, but bore callouses that seemed unexpected. He chastised himself almost instantly. He had seen them many times, of course, but he had not been prepared for them. But this was the Opera, he reminded himself. Even as the thought blossomed in his mind, he was already nodding distractedly.*
"That would be...welcome." *His eyes narrowed a bit, tongue twisting as he tried to resist the question, but found himself unable to.*
"You play?" *Nicolae asked with a strange tenderness. Part of him wanted to pull his hand back, but the rest of him forbid the action.*
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Post by Ghislain on Apr 3, 2011 19:20:02 GMT -5
Ghislain had a lot planned for the man's response, less phrases than an attitude, welcoming, knowing, and just a pinch disdainful - not enough to actually seem like disdain, but enough to keep him imbalanced. But his question, and the manner in which he said it, threw him entirely off guard. He was too accustomed to seeing others, particularly of this man's nature, as easily-led sheep that it was hard to account for them making observations about him.
"I - what?" he said, sharply, like a quick inhale.
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Post by Nicolae on Apr 3, 2011 19:24:17 GMT -5
*Nicolae's lashes fluttered as he swallowed nervously. He started to second-guess himself, but knew he was right. His lips danced a moment, holding back the words as he tried to decide.*
"Viola? Or violin?" *The question hung in between them with innocence. Once he had said it, he was nervous again, unsure if he had said something wrong in the suggestion.*
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Post by Ghislain on Apr 3, 2011 19:25:25 GMT -5
"....Violin." He was still staring at him.
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Post by Nicolae on Apr 3, 2011 19:31:02 GMT -5
*Nicolae dared the smallest of smiles, gray eyes still hidden. He nodded slightly.*
"You must be quite good, to play here." *The compliment was genuine. The Paris Opera was held in highest regard after all. Even if he was the last chair, he had to be amazing in his own right.
Nicolae's lips pursed, unsure if he had accidentally killed the conversation. Not that he had been looking for one. Alas, the whole matter was quite confusing and the pink returned to Nicolae's cheeks.*
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Post by Ghislain on Apr 3, 2011 19:34:26 GMT -5
After a bit of a pause, Ghislain laughed easily and patted the back of his wrist.
"If I'm going to take you out for a night on the town, my Romanian friend, I might find knowing your Romanian name useful."
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Post by Nicolae on Apr 3, 2011 19:38:40 GMT -5
*Of course, manners. Nicolae had completely lost his apparently. His mother would be so disappointed. He straightened, a practiced rigidity that told of years of discipline.*
"Forgive me. Nicolae Bretan." *He offered a tight bow, drawing back his hand. The scene would have looked a little more noble if the man had not been so casually dressed, but as it was, it looked a little awkward.*
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Post by Ghislain on Apr 3, 2011 19:57:12 GMT -5
"Ghislain Lanorien," he responded, in silky tones, eyes following the movement of his torso closely. The way he bobbed down suddenly recalled to mind a marionette, and although the strings were clearly rooted somewhere in Nicolae's childhood, Ghislain was pleased to note that he was the one jerking them. "Nicolae Bretan," he repeated in nearly a purr, not in the least because he mimicked the rolled R. "What are your tastes, then?"
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Post by Nicolae on Apr 3, 2011 20:04:19 GMT -5
*There was something in the way the man pronounced his name that made Nicolae a bit nervous, but he couldn't place it and so he forced himself to assume it was simply him being awkward. But at the question, his brow furrowed, unsure if he'd heard the man correctly.*
"My tastes?" *He repeated, looking for confirmation that that was the correct word he had heard.*
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Post by Ghislain on Apr 3, 2011 20:07:07 GMT -5
"Your interests. Well, I am taking you out, aren't I? I should find someplace to which you're well-suited. There's hardly a place in Paris I haven't been to, so I've a nice mental catalog to browse through..."
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