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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 14, 2008 17:11:11 GMT -5
Death would be a welcome companion right now. Eagerly I'd embrace it. I was so hung over, my head was near splitting. I also had the taste of stale booze and Phreya on my tongue. Not the most pleasant of combinations. I'd have preferred just the woman.
I needed a bath and my bed. Even though I'd had my things delivered to the club, it still wasn't quite habitable yet. So I'd spend one or two more nights her before I left for good. But not upstairs. Not just down the hall from where Gratien had his hands all over her naked skin and I could hear her moans and cries. How many nights had I rubbed one out listening to her? More than I'd like to admit.
I grabbed a bottle of scotch and went to the library. Usually this was Aza's domain, but it had a fireplace and a chaise lounge that was damn comfortable. I settled in and uncapped my bottle. I'd find a bath in a minute. Right now I needed a chaser.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jan 14, 2008 17:21:35 GMT -5
I yawned, making my way down the hall and towards the library to read a little. I'd spent more time out of the house than usual these days, and I was sorely missing sitting down, curled up around a piece of good literature.
The house had been unusually quiet when I'd gotten home; even the servents were more demure, ducking thier heads and doing what they could to stay out of sight. I hadn't really thought on it; sometimes they had spats between themselves. Maybe that was it.
I twisted the knob to the library and stepped in, shutting it in complete before I even realized there was someone else there. Reese? Seeing him in here was near as surprising as anything I'd ever witnessed. My brother wasn't stupid - far from it, no matter what Gratien and Pierre thought - but neither did I ever see him in here. He was more... street smart, savvy.
"Reese?" I said his name quietly as I walked over, curiosity writ on my face. "I missed you at the Hunt today. How are you?"
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 14, 2008 21:12:33 GMT -5
I cringed when the door to the library opened. Gods please not Gratien, not Gratien, or Juliette...
Thank you fortuna. Azabelle.
"Somewhere between drunk and hung over. Haven't decided which yet. What are you doing up so late Belle? Gods, are Gratien and Juliette asleep?" I sat up, nearly dropping my bottle of scotch.
I couldn't do it. My heart couldn't stand to see her with him again today. Especially not looking all tousled and well loved. Ha! Like Gratien could keep it up long enough to do that to her.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jan 14, 2008 21:39:16 GMT -5
Ah, he was drunk, admitted so from his own mouth as much as the glint of scotch that he held onto. Not too drunk, anyhow; he was obviously sober enough to talk without slurring. It didn't really matter to me either way, since I wasn't here to mother him. He'd never stand that.
I started to smile before the tone of his voice and the way he acted wiped it away again, and I crossed the remainder of the distance with a quicker step. "I wanted to read," I said. "I think Juliette and Gratien are asleep... Gods, Reese, what happened?"
He looked simply awful, or as awful as I think I'd ever really seen him. I reached down and brushed a lock of his hair out of his face, then sat in an adjacent chair, curling my legs up inside my nightgown to stay warm.
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 14, 2008 21:58:57 GMT -5
I flopped back on the chaise, giddy relief flooding through me. I laughed bitterly, letting my head loll on the back of the seat. I loved Aza so much, right to the point, no unnecessary mothering or scolding.
"Ah, Bella Mia, where to start? I think this is what you'd call a cluster fuck. I'm just glad the two of them are in bed, just not together/ Thinking of them together makes me boil. Can't handle another little run in with them today." I mumbled, I lifted the scotch to my lips and took a judicious sip. It was enough to drive back the overwhelming pain beginning to eat at my brain, but not too much to pickle it again.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jan 14, 2008 22:11:09 GMT -5
I caught the sigh before it manifested itself. Cluster fuck? Not happy they were in bed together? Couple that with the way he was acting, there was only one explaination. "I think I have an inkling... Must be why the servents were so scarce today." I watched him raise the bottle to his lips, mentally doing a doubletake. Was it really it? It was no secret that he didn't get along with Gratien or Pierre, but did he have feelings for Juliette? Reese had always tortured her to the point that I'd drag her off to my room, or something else would happen. He'd never really seemed like he liked her at all... No... Yes?
"Did something happen with you and Gratien earlier? I haven't seen him since the hunt." There, simple and easy. No point in getting into heavy details off the bat.
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 14, 2008 23:32:48 GMT -5
I took another swig of scotch before setting it aside. I'd need it later if I was going to play 'confessions' with Belle.
"You could say something happened. Or not, because nothing really did. I'm moving out. I bought a building in Mont Nuit and I've been converting it as a project. I have a set of rooms above and I was here today gathering up my things." I scrubbed a hand over my face before turning to look at her.
"Did you know, Belle, that I am a wealthy man? Enough money to buy and convert a building into a club. It's almost ready. Just a few last details to see to really. I was going to tell you today about it. But Gratien and-" I hesitated on her name, closing my eyes. I could still feel her skin against mine, even after two bottles of cheap uisge and a mind numbing lay with Phreya.
"Juliette. Juliette came in and they saw my bags. She asked where I was going. But she doesn't care. Never will. Not like I don't know I haven't botched things entirely with her. What she sees in Gratien I'll never know. So I acted like the expected and left. Got drunk, nailed a princess of the blood, crawled here. Rooms aren't quite livable yet." I let out a soul deep sigh and closed my eyes waiting for her next question. Or judgement.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jan 14, 2008 23:48:08 GMT -5
Oh.. my.
I stared at him for a solid moment, digesting all of the revelations he poured out. Words tumbled from him like coins from a poor gamblers hand, and what force drove them out I don't think I'll ever know.
The scotch. I leaned as far out of my chair as I could and plucked it up, settling back down with it, raising it to my lips. I'd meant to take a long drink, but it'd been ages since I'd had it and I wasn't quite ready for the horrid burn. I grimaced, coughed, grimaced some more, then took another drink.
That one went down easier. I looked over at him, fighting to keep the only emotion I felt at that particular moment from my face: sadness. Poor Reese... Gods.
Swallowing away as much of the horrific flavor as I could, I spoke, answering the only thing I could really think about at this moment. The rest was too involved, too deep for me to answer right away. "I'm going to miss you when you leave, Reese."
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 15, 2008 10:46:31 GMT -5
"Bollocks, Belle. You know you are more than welcome to see me, or stay, any time you please. I'd love to show the place to you. It's brilliant. Very posh. I think it'll give Bryony a run for their money. Bastards." I reached over and took the bottle from her, taking another small sip. Smooth and rich. I loved the taste of scotch. Shouldn't be swilling it, but no matter. It was Gratien's dime.
"Don't tell Gratien though. Or Pierre. He'll just squeal to Gratien. He thinks I'm broke. Hell, I even asked him for a loan." I laughed, handing the bottle back to her. "Reese the Wastrel and Whore monger. Has a nice bit of irony to it. You could tell my little Mouse though. Just another thing to confirm her opinion of me." I looked at her, smiled at the face she made to the scotch before my look went all to quickly serious.
"I know you're dying to ask me questions about that. Spit 'em out love."
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jan 15, 2008 11:11:18 GMT -5
HIS mouse?! Oh, by the seven hells. I stuffed that away, saving it for later to ask on.
Gods! How little anyone seemed to know him - even me, as much as it galled me to admit it. I took the bottle back and drank another swig from it, hoping the taste would get more tolerable with the more I took. As it was now, I barely repressed a shudder from it, but it helped distract me and give me an extra moment to think.
"Questions? Gods, I have so many..." I leaned forward a little over the side of my chair, the bottle dangling from my hand as I peered at him. "First off, I won't tell anyone, don't worry. You really have that much money, though, to open your own club? Posh?" I stared at him, then abruptly laughed. "Elua Reese! Everyone thinks you're broke, and you've just been squirreling it all away! You've fooled us all, you goat." I grinned, wishing I had something to throw at him.
"Do you really want me to tell Juliette?" I asked, sobering up a little. "You... What's going on between you and her? Does Gratien have an inkling of any of it?"
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 15, 2008 11:33:38 GMT -5
"Yes, well, I really didn't want you three to be harassing me for loans. And it might clean up my perfectly tarnished reputation." I laughed, before getting serious. "In all honesty I have enough to buy land, a manor, servants, all that bit. But do you honestly see me farming and marking off crops like Gratien does? I don't. I have a tidy sum saved away, and even more invested in other ventures outside my club, if it should fail. I'm a wealthy man."
I studied the ceiling for a moment before looking back at my sister. "I don't think even Juliette knows what's going on between us. For that matter I don't even know. Well, I think I do and it terrifies me." I scrubbed my hands over my face again and resumed staring at the ceiling.
"Did you ever wonder why I teased her so much when we were younger? And why it suddenly stopped when I discovered the Night Court and-" I couldn't say that slut's name. Not tonight.
"Well, I thought she was gorgeous when she was angry, simply breathtaking. And all she could ever do was moon over that oblivious idiot. Couldn't spend any time with her without her asking me things about him. Insufferable. So I tormented her. Kept her nice and focused on me for a bloody change. Then the whole debacle happened with that adept. Fell in love with the money grubbing demoness and I ended up here, now, like this. And finally, that oblivious prat notices her, after years! Bloody years. And she's terrified of me, when all I want to do is kiss that soft mouth of hers. My mouse..." I trailed off, really, I was drunker than I thought to be going on like this. But I could trust Aza. Otherwise this was going to eat me alive.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jan 15, 2008 11:42:36 GMT -5
I sighed softly, watching his face as he explained how he felt for Juliette. As he spoke of how he acted in our childhood, how he was acting now, it all began to make sense, everything started to clear up.
When he finally quieted, the silence was insufferable. I clinked the bottle against the mahogany wood that built my chair, my lip caught between my teeth. I loved Reese, loved Gratien, loved Juliette. What a.. What did our nanny used to say? A pickle. What a pickle this was.
"Love's a funny thing. Sometimes you think you have it and you don't, sometimes you think you don't when you do, and sometimes it doesn't seem like it ever looks your way." I set the bottle on the floor, then reached out and clasped mine over his for a quick moment, giving it a soft squeeze. "Have you tried telling Juliette how you feel? I don't know if she'd have any idea, not after what you just said. She always thought you hated her growing up..."
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 15, 2008 12:08:45 GMT -5
"This can't be love. Can't. It's just an infatuation. Mim- my favorite courtesan- told her about this, said is was simply because I couldn't have her. Think she's right. There isn't a woman I can't have without the right persuasion and charm. Gods, then I could just get her out of my system, the intoxicating little witch..." I gripped her hand in mine and turned to her, all the confusion and rot in me swimming to the surface.
"I just need to get her out from under my skin, then I can be happy for the two of them together. Or at least indifferent. Because let's be honest Belle. Even if by some miracle she returned my regard, do you honestly think I'm even worthy of her? I'm not. Know I'm not. But neither is that ass who thinks he is. Needs a good pounding in the face is what Gratien needs." I squeezed her hand gently back, grateful she was here. Aza was always the cool collected one of all of us. the thinker.
"Besides. I can't get her alone for even a second to talk to her. Gratien is leeched onto her side. The one chance I did have when I stumbled in on her bathing, well... I'm a man, and when a man is confronted with a naked, wet goddess bathing, I couldn't think. But I was a gentleman. Mostly."
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jan 15, 2008 12:23:40 GMT -5
"Maybe it's infatuation, maybe it's something more." I tightened my grip on his hand in turn, wishing there was something I could physically do to help him feel better, even if just a short while. I was very close to suggesting going out and getting smashed together, but from the looks of it he'd already accomplished that tonight, and I didn't think the luck of finding another princess would be very high.
"Oh, you didn't," I gasped when he mentioned stumbling in on her in the bath. I blushed myself, though I knew Juliette had to have been absolutely mortified. And furious, if she could think past her embarrassment.
"Well, lets be serious about this. We both know you can't get her out of your system in the way that you want to, because not only would it carry a chance of not working, it would absolutely crush her, and hurt her courtship to Gratien if it didn't completely ruin it." I squeezed his hand again, trying to be supportive still. "Are you sure you don't love her, Reese? That you're not just denying it? It seems like such a long time to carry an infatuation, all the way from childhood..."
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 15, 2008 19:25:48 GMT -5
"Honestly, Azabelle, I don't even know what love is. I love gambling, the thrill of winning against the odds. I love women in general, everything about them is beautiful, wonderful and deserving of worship. As for Juliette? I haven't spent time with her, haven't lost myself inside her. All I have are half remembered incidents from childhood and jealousy that Gratien gets everything. Not like I really want what he has except her. I don't know!"
I let go her hand to stand and pace in a narrow circuit. My mind was racing furiously through all the scenarios, weighing the odds.
"Do you think a confession of love would sway her? I don't. If I just came out and told her she'd laugh, or hit me, or both. No, I need to seduce her, good old underhanded Reese. Get her to spend some time with me and change her mind slowly. Before she marries the prick." I stopped, running both hand furiously through my hair. "But that won't work either. I'm just damned.Damned if I do, damned if I don't."
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jan 16, 2008 0:35:47 GMT -5
I curled myself up in my seat again as he paced back and forth, my legs tucking up neatly inside my nightgown. "Love is what it is, Reese," I said quietly, looking up at him. "Do you think you could live without her? Do you think that laying with her once would really get her out of your system, or would it make you crave that much more?"
He was putting such faith in me by telling me all of this, and I was doing my damnedest not to disappoint him, to drive him away from telling me anything else. I was caught though by my love for Juliette and Gratien; there was a very thin line for me to tred, but I'd rather struggle to remain on that line than give up on this. He was pacing back and forth, and all I wanted to do was make it better somehow. The only problem was I knew I couldn't - whatever scarring Reese had inside him, he was going to have to heal himself. Not unless Juliette left Gratien for him, anyhow.
"She wouldn't laugh at you or hit you if you told her... I think if anything she'd be surprised." Or furious, at least on the outside. I didn't know... Juliette wasn't stupid. Maybe she'd figured it out already. I could invite her to dinner and tell Reese, but that'd only betray Gratien and Juliette both; I just couldn't do that.
"Reese..." I uncurled my legs and stood up, catching him as he paced by. "I can't tell you either way what to do." I caught his eye, my lips mouthing the next. Not here. Too many ears; I couldn't speak freely. "But whatever path you choose, try to remember whats best for Juliette." I looked at him levelly, hoping he understood what I was getting at. If he wants to court her, for something more than a lay, love as thou wilt. But if its less than that, it'd only shatter her if he were able to get close.
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 16, 2008 10:14:51 GMT -5
I looked down at Belle as she stood touching my arm and I couldn't help but love her for being my sister. The only other woman besides our mother who hadn't betrayed me in some way or another. The only other one safe to love. I swept her up in a hug and kissed her soft cheek, laying my head against hers. I wasn't often demonstrative with my family, not since I was young.
She was right. And wrong. It would take more than once, having Juliette, to purge her from my system. All my obsessions faded after time, what's to say she wouldn't be the same? And if it didn't, if I did in fact love the Mouse. Well. That was a complication I was terrified to face. And wouldn't be in her best interests, as Aza said. Could she live her live happily with me in it? Maybe. But it wouldn't be a life of buccolic fields and sunshine. I liked my life the way it was.
But neither was Gratien. in her best intrest Juliette deserved someone who saw her immediately, not after years of ignorant acquaintance till he just woke up one day and realized, 'oh, this naive girl likes me, let's tumble her and marry her fortune. The pedigree's look so nice together.' Bloody Gratien.
"Bella Mia, I'm glad you're my sister. Truly. I know you can't get in the middle of this, and I won't ask you to. But if you can find it in you to ask Juliette to at least speak to me, privately, so I can apologize and explain a few things without Gratien hovering... I'd be in your debt. And I do not take my debts lightly. Just ask her, it would then be up to her whether she wants to or not." And if she says no, I will ruthlessly pursue her until she is forced to speak with me privately.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jan 16, 2008 14:07:36 GMT -5
I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him back, feeling a contadictory well of emotions plague the pit of my belly. I was so thankful that he wasn't hiding himself from me, so worried for him that something would eventually drive him to do something he regretted, lost in what to do to help him in his situation... My grip tightened just a little before loosening again; he didn't need my pity. I had to remind myself of that, no matter how hard it was. He needed support.
"I'll ask her for you," I said quietly, leaning back enough to look at him. "And I won't do it around Gratien, so don't worry." I hoped Juliette would understand, wouldn't be upset with me for being Reeses messenger. I loved all my brothers, and if what he wanted to do was apologize, I wouldn't hinder him. I'd at least give her the chance to decide for herself.
Leaning up on tiptoe, I kissed his forehead and then sank back down again, releasing him from my hug. "Love as thou wilt," I quoted, smiling.
"So, where is your warehouse located at? I'll need to know so I can pester you." My smile widened in an attempt to lightly change the subject, but not going too far in the case that he wanted to talk more on Juliette.
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 23, 2008 10:11:48 GMT -5
I couldn't help the lopsided grin as I sat back down, picking up the bottle again and taking a slow sip. Aza would do her best to speak to Juliette and convince her. I knew it. Then I could lay out my plan. Granted, I needed a plan, but one would come in time. I knew it.
I rattled off the address of my building and grinned. "It's not quite ready, but if you wanted to stop by and tell me what you think, maybe look over a few things for me. to see what I've missed, I'd appreciate it. It's going to be primarily a gentleman's club, but I want ladies to feel welcome there as well. It's going to be interesting." I was more than happy to change the subject. I had a seduction to plot.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jan 23, 2008 12:45:32 GMT -5
I moved to the hearth and warmed myself before it as he sat again, nursing the horrific bottle. Gods, I was going to have to find something else to help wash that flavor out. "I'll stop by, I promise," I said, smiling warmly at him. "Give you a ladies perspective. Flowers here, something shiny there, warm drapes, a touch of lace..."
I grinned blatantly, the tease thick and strong in my voice. Gods, I hoped it worked out well for him. I adored Reese, but it seemed as if he were always getting shortened somehow. Granted, it was by his own doing at times, but it didn't make me hope for it any less.
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 23, 2008 17:56:19 GMT -5
I rolled my eyes at Belle and gave a loud, theatric groan of pained suffering. "No lace. Flowers, a few shiny things, but lace? It's a gaming hall, not a parlor or a brothel. Honestly Bella Mia, even with your clever mind, you're terribly dumb." old joke. She was smarter than all three of us boys. And didn't mind rubbing it in. Gently of course. Belle was nothing if sweet.
"Seriously though, I think it's going to work. I just need a strong enough member base to get things really going. Barring complications in the form of Bryony, it should be a success, nd rake in a tidy profit. I've even found a gorgeous woman to be my permanent hostess and floor manager."
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jan 23, 2008 22:02:21 GMT -5
"Well, little brother, you know you can count me in." I grinned, holding my fingers out to the fire to warm them up. "But I'm not paying you, you know." The tease was in my voice again, though I sobered a little, focusing on the rest of what he said. "I'll talk to my friends and tell them to convince their lovers and their friends. I don't think it'll take much, especially with your reputation and if it's marketed right. People love feeling mighty." I sighed... Everyone did, whether they wanted to admit it or not. That included me, as much as it galled.
"You found a gorgeous woman? Oh, do share. Do I know her, or her family?" I fair beamed at him, happy and excited both, wanting very much to know what he had planned and who he was letting in on it. Obviously it wasn't common knowledge. Which reminded me... "Oh, and when should I start talking about it? Did you want to keep it under wraps for a little while longer?"
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 24, 2008 10:25:41 GMT -5
"Under wraps a little longer, until I get the last bit of approvals and construction done. As for Shona... well-" I gave my sister a wry grin and shrugged. Shona was an adept, not a well bred maiden as my sister so thought. No maiden would have let me do what I did to her in a public taproom. My flesh twitched in remembered pleasure.
"Shona Tertignan is a soon to be former Bryony adept I met in Mont Nuit. She and I played a few games of chance and um- struck and sealed a deal. She's very... talented. I'm positive she'll be perfect for the job." I was faintly embarrassed to be telling my sweet sister about my little encounter with Shona. Just as I would be confessing it to our mother. They all knew I slept around, but I never gave them particulars. At least no sober.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jan 25, 2008 23:04:15 GMT -5
No! Really? Reese, collaborating with a Bryony? Of all the things he said tonight, this one shocked me the most. Opening a gabling hall? Sure. Loving Juliette? I could see it, given her lovely nature and after realizing the signs... But this one struck me by complete surprise, like a jaguar pouncing on a toucan. I stared at him in shock, then shut my mouth once I realized it was hanging slightly open.
"A soon to be adept? Bryony?" I could hear the unasked questions in my voice, but I didn't go into detail; as much as I loved Reese, I didn't want to hear about any sexual exploits. Knowing she was an adept was enough. My cheeks blushed a little, and I looked down at the merry little fire before back at him. "I... Well." Hm. Apparently I managed to stick my own foot in my mouth, because I couldn't think of anything to ask at the moment that didn't revolve around his past love life. Damn. How'd I manage that one, and to myself?
"I hope she works out for you," I said at length, my blush becoming a little deeper for my self-inflicted situation. "Can I meet her? I'd love to exchange greetings with a woman who managed to convince my brother so." I smiled, feeling my fluster disappear a little, though I was still vexed with myself. I was about as smooth as the lower streets of Mont Nuit in early spring.
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 29, 2008 16:32:00 GMT -5
I laughed, seeing Aza get all flustered by my talk of a woman. No, I didn't share details, but they all knew I loved my little dalliances.
"It's not so salacious as all that sister. I did more of the convincing than she, and I know, she's an adept, and doubly against her one of Bryony. But she's not like her. And it's not like I'm going to fall for the chit or anything, so my heart is safe. No, Shona is cunning, and beautiful. The perfect woman to oversee the gambling floor and keep the players relaxed and mayhap just a little distracted. You can meet her when you come visit the club. Or at the fete. I won her company in a gamble. Never have taken a date to one of these things. Not so sure how it's going to work out."
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jan 31, 2008 15:13:12 GMT -5
I gave him a wry look as he said he wouldn't fall for her - I wasn't the gambler he was, but I'd lay money down that he had had no intention of falling for Juliette, either. No matter where his heart lay, though, he was my brother and I didn't want to see him get hurt. I didn't want to see Gratien hurt either, or Juliette, or... I gave a mental sigh. There was enough going on that a ballad could be composed of it. The Ballad of Unforgiving Hearts. Had a ring to it, but not one that I particularly enjoyed when it concerned people I loved.
My wry look melted into a thoughtful one again, and I nodded, trying to keep my mind from his possible sexual antics with Shona and towards his venture. "At the fete would be grand, so long as we're both free for a moment." I smiled, looking forward to seeing him and this Shona there. "I'm sure you'll do fine with her on your arm. It's not as bad as it seems, going with someone. I'm going alone, you know." I said it with a bragging tone, my grin blooming more. "Free for a night, not tied down."
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 31, 2008 17:30:34 GMT -5
I could see the matchmaking wheels churning behind Aza's pretty eyes. I knew my sister. I also knew myself. My infatuation with Juliette had been brewing for years. Shona was too cunning and too like Saffryn despite my claims for me to fall for.
No. Shona was a wild time and a delightful lay. She'd be a good business partner. I'd not fall in love with her. Just as I'd prevent myself from falling even further in love with Juliette. I was not made for one woman alone.
"Well, best not meet up with any Shaherizai, or they'll fix that problem with a couple of knots and silk cord. Then you'd be in a bind." I laughed at my poor wit. I thought my puns were funny.
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Princess Azabel de Somerville
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Feb 1, 2008 0:18:48 GMT -5
I couldn't quite decide if his pun was placed poorly or cleverly, but nevertheless I found humor in it. Chuckling, I shook my head, moving away from the fire a little.
"You never know," I said, flashing him an amused, bright smile. "I may just like being tied up with a silken cord." Flustered as I was talking to him about his sex life, I was strangely cool-headed about regarding my own. Especially if it gave me the chance to tease him back.
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Feb 2, 2008 17:05:22 GMT -5
I laughed, a fully belly laugh that shook me with how funny I found it. "Why big sister, who knew such a hedonist resided under that prim exterior of yours. You do me proud. 'M not the only one with red blooded desires!"
eventually my mirth subsided and I leaned my head back against the chair. I was exhausted, sobering up, and damned. Phreya had taken a toll on me, as had the drink.
And Juliette. Shy, fierce Juliette with skin like silk. She wasn't a raving beauty. No, I'd lain with more beautiful women. Juliette was- luminous- in her anger, her devotion. Something about her stirred something in me, and I would figure out what it was or die trying.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Feb 6, 2008 10:53:01 GMT -5
I grinned at him as he laughed and shrugged my shoulders lightly, smoothing my skirts out. "I might be 'prim', but that doesn't mean I don't know how to let loose." I leaned, nudging his toe with mine. "You of all people should understand that... but then again, you're probably the least prim of us all. You're lucky, Reese."
I was fond of all my brothers; Gratien, for being the leader, so responsible and level headed. Reese for being who he was and not caring what others thought of him. He rubbed many people the wrong way, but I knew a different side than most people saw, and I loved him more for it. And Pierre... He was so grown up and so young in many different ways. He reminded me of a young version of Gratien in truth.
I watched him as he began to sober, my mirth fading to a quietness that overtook my features. "Come on, little brother. You need sleep." I held my hand out to help him out of the chair, my toe pushing the bottle out of the way so it wouldn't get knocked over.
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