Noemi de Trevalion
Royal (Staff)
Her Highness, Princess of the Blood; House Trevalion *Voted Character You'd Most Like to Meet 2010*
Sister to Victoire and Cygnus
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Post by Noemi de Trevalion on Sept 23, 2011 18:27:51 GMT -5
So much had happened in the past few days that the sensation of surety, of not being confused, was almost a foreign one, and not really knowing anything, including any sense of confidence in my friends or family, was becoming the norm. I hated it, but at the same time I couldn't say I didn't deserve it, or even knew how to get rid of it. Some days I felt as though I'd go insane as I waited for word of whatever was to come next, and there was still the fear that Christien or Coretta or her husband Marcel would change their mind and come for me, find me guilty and kill me too.
I shouldn't have distrusted my friends, they were good people. But I'd thought Victoire was too. If I couldn't trust my own sister, who could I trust anymore?
Almost at wits end with worry and boredom, since I couldn't seem to get myself away from the townhouse, I found myself in the study, with Leo my orange kitten in my lap as I read a bestiary with illustrations and writings about animals from across the world. In most cases it would have kept my attention and that was the only reason I think I was looking at it at all. At least my pets didn't understand what was going on, and their calm helped me.
Turning to the next page I saw a lion and smiled slightly, then scratched behind Leo's ears.
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Luc Bradamante
Aristocrat
Son of Duc and Duchesse Michael and Sarah Bradamante
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Post by Luc Bradamante on Sept 27, 2011 14:50:20 GMT -5
Things and people had started to become more... unhinged, to say the least, in the City. Most days the shoppe was locked up now becuase, trully, no one was thinking about buying furniture, or trinkets, or interesting little wooden figurines when the world around them was crumbling down. It seemed like after Noemi's much needed fete, things had gotten to an all-time low. People were afraid, and bored, and those two were never combinations for any good. Such was proven as I walked through the streets of Night's Doorstep, perhaps a little huddled over more than I normally would be, and took a look at a pamphlet - La Voix - that I had seen about before. Curiously, I had opened it up, but my brows shot up at the words I read, and my teeth worried my lower lip. My ehart went out to Noemi, and I had to wonder if she had already seen this, or word had caught her ears, and if so, how much cheering up she might need right about now. We had met each other a few times, once, and for teh first time, at the town house when Josie had brought her back, and at the fete she threw, and though we had not spent a world of time together, I did think she was a friend, an acquaintance at the very least. I snatche dup the pamphlet, my fist tightening around the parchment as my eyes narrowed for a moment in anger. I shoved the thing in my pocket, and stormed off towards Noemi's home in the Norht Borough.
It did not take me long, my mind was in a bit of a whirl, when I came upon her family's towbn home, and walked up the walk and the front veranda to knock on the door. I hoped she was home. it was chilly today, for one, and for two, well, I would hate to find that she was alone in teh City, broken hearted over this sort of business, adn everything that had been happening, without someone to lend her a smile.
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Noemi de Trevalion
Royal (Staff)
Her Highness, Princess of the Blood; House Trevalion *Voted Character You'd Most Like to Meet 2010*
Sister to Victoire and Cygnus
Posts: 1,119
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Post by Noemi de Trevalion on Sept 27, 2011 15:44:21 GMT -5
Lost in thought as I was, or was at least trying to be, I didn't really pay much attention to the knock at the door. I hadn't dressed to see anyone that day so I'd worn a simple gown of dark peach silk that would stay cool in the heat and bound my hair in a quick ponytail, feet bare, which was perfectly suitable for sitting and reading while trying to avoid the unpleasant truths of the world.
In Serenissima I would have sought out some of my friends but here I didn't know how to tell a true friend from a false one, or a gossip from a confidant. Besides, in Serenissima they would only have seen me secretly, wanting to hide from the family strife and shame that would follow me now. I couldn't ask them to take that on for me, not now. Perhaps not ever.
The sound of servants moving down the hall brought me out of my thoughts and I brought a hand up to smooth the hair at the crown of my head and listened for a moment as I moved to stand beside the doorway, Leo still resting comfortably in my arms. If it was a matter for my family or for me I would be ready to deal with it, but if it was simply a delivery or message- well, I was starting to let things wait, and maybe pile up a bit. Not that I could think about it much.
One of the servants about my sister's age, a girl named Iris, opened the door and greeted whoever it was, the person I couldn't see at the moment. "Good afternoon sir, is there something I can help you with?"
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Luc Bradamante
Aristocrat
Son of Duc and Duchesse Michael and Sarah Bradamante
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Post by Luc Bradamante on Sept 27, 2011 16:06:16 GMT -5
The door was opened and I was greeted with a somber girl, of a usual height, and not terribly spectacular appearance, though pretty as all d'Angeline's are. her words were soft, but there seemed a bit of indignation in her eyes, or perhaps I wasa just seeing things. I shrugged it off and smiled brightly.
"Yes, yes you may. Might I inquire as to whether the lady is in? And by teh lady I mean my dear friend Noemi? I have come a-calling upon her, you see, upon very important business indeed!" I tried to sound serious, though no doubt my smile gave me away. i wondered hwo the girl would respond, with a smile and a laugh, or would she be stern and refuse me entry. "You may tell her Luc is calling upon her, if this might help," and I hoped it would. I would hate to be turned away. As far as I knew we had left each other on very very good terms the last time we had been in each other's company, and I had not made any missteps nor been slapped open handed or back handed across the cheek as yet.
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Noemi de Trevalion
Royal (Staff)
Her Highness, Princess of the Blood; House Trevalion *Voted Character You'd Most Like to Meet 2010*
Sister to Victoire and Cygnus
Posts: 1,119
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Post by Noemi de Trevalion on Sept 27, 2011 17:23:42 GMT -5
The voice that came floating down the hall to me was a surprising one and I had to stop for a moment to make sure that I'd heard correctly. From what he was saying to Iris there wasn't anything pressing that had brought him here- could he not know? I thought everyone did, but he worked and was probably too busy to pay attention to rumors no matter how true they were. Maybe. Hopefulness hadn't been my best thing for awhile but I wasn't really enjoying pessimism either. It didn't seem that there could be any of that until some things had faded from memory.
Once he was done there was a moment of silence and I looked around the corner for a moment, only half of my body showing beyond the doorway I stood by, and I gave Iris a nod and something of a smile, which she acknowledged with a nod of her own before she turned back toward him and I slipped inside the room where I could listen invisibly. She really wasn't stern, it was just that the older girl was aware of her job and what was going on and tried to be as loyal as she could.
With something of a return smile for Luc she moved out of the doorway to allow him entrance into the house. "Please, come in sir," she replied respectfully, then gestured toward the sitting room where I was quickly smoothing down my hair with one hand and balancing the orange cat with the other. I couldn't change this quickly, and hopefully he wouldn't judge me too harshly. After all, friends were supposed to take you as you were, weren't they? If I'd had another hand I would have been crossing my fingers for that to be true.
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Luc Bradamante
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Son of Duc and Duchesse Michael and Sarah Bradamante
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Post by Luc Bradamante on Sept 28, 2011 10:21:27 GMT -5
I looke dcuriously at teh girl as her eyes darted to the side, my gaze following slowly and I could have sworn I saw a shadow move. of course, that just made me smile, and when I was admitted inside, I nodded and expressed my thanks before walking to the sitting room where a bright haired noemi stood with a furry little feline in her arms. I would have liked to give her an embrace, an inviting hug, but sometimes I forgot my propriety, though it was easy to do so wwith Noemi. I sometimes liked to think that we were kindred spirits - fun-loving and rather tired with the stately business of courtesy and propriety. But still, I bowed, perhaps a little playfully.
"Ah Noemi, though it has not been long it feels long to be in your sunny presence once again," I said before lifting my eyes to her and straightening myself. I stepped forward and scratched the feline between its ears. "Adorable," I said, though my brow rose and my eyes lifted to take her in. She was always pretty, but there was something... different, about her... her eyes seemed a little tired and she was not as rosey cheeked as I remembered. Perhaps wind of the pamphlet had gotten to her before I could get here to give a shoulder to lean on and a joke to laugh at. "Is all well?" I asked.
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Noemi de Trevalion
Royal (Staff)
Her Highness, Princess of the Blood; House Trevalion *Voted Character You'd Most Like to Meet 2010*
Sister to Victoire and Cygnus
Posts: 1,119
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Post by Noemi de Trevalion on Sept 30, 2011 9:28:20 GMT -5
From the look on Luc's face he was much the same as ever; I'd never seen him when he wasn't in good spirits and this was no exception. It almost made me feel a little guilty that I couldn't return his cheer with my own, but I couldn't help that at this point either. Sitting around uselessly, waiting for whatever was going to happen- it didn't suit me at all, but I didn't have much choice.
Still, that probably wasn't a very good reason to take it out on other people, so I gave Luc a smile and curtsied in reply to his bow. Maybe it wasn't quite as playful as his show of respect but I was trying and really I did enjoy his humor and kindness. Leo was a laid-back enough cat that my shifting didn't really bother him, and I rose with him still purring, a sound that only intensified as my friend scratched behind the cat's ears.
"It's good to see you too, Luc," I told him as I finally set the orange feline back on the floor and rose again, smoothing some of the hairs from my gown as I looked him over again. Another of my handsome friends- I was lucky to have so many good ones here. I couldn't help that my smile dimmed slightly at his question though, and all I could think of was trying to be honest and not honest at the same time. "Does everything not seem well?" I asked him, then sighed somewhat. "I don't want to burden you, I know you have things of your own to worry about."
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