Post by Denis de Trevalion on Jul 16, 2008 12:52:24 GMT -5
Things had hit me like a bolt of lightening and I had been walking around in a stupor for the last 48 hours. The embalmers had come and taken Tempeste away to make her ready for the journey to Azzalle. I was on my way home to burry my sister in our family plot and officially sign myself into the position of Comte.
I had been completely oblivious to everything until I had to sit down on my bed to cry, when I saw a chiffon sash of pinks, yellows and oranges. I reached for it and pulled it from out underneath the pillow and held it up to my nose. Taking a deep breath I inhaled...Noelle... I chuckled to myself remembering how I had stole it from her. I remembered thinking how it looked like a thick lacquered painting, as though some genius or careless painter had mixed the colours into a swirl of complimentary colours. I thought about her then, what would happen now.
Noelle was...well I was falling in love with her. I willed myself not to, told myself that Coretta was the aim and that she was my match in every way! But I couldn't, I willed nothing, my heart ached for Noelle. I had seen it the first time I saw her. I felt it the moment we kissed. She fueled me, drove me, set me on fire. She was my match in every way. The thought of being with out her made me sick inside. Oh Elua and her voice! Her voice would make me weak and hard all at the same time. The curve of her neck, the way she said my name.
I shook my head thinking that I would chide myself if I were me. What was I becoming? Who was I becoming? Whom ever it was, I had the feeling that I wasn't going to stop it. I was afraid, I was, terrified. But it was the most extreme feeling I had ever had, and I wasn't willing to back down. I was D'Angeline after all and I followed Elua's precept the way we all did.
I loved her.
That was enough. Enough to know I couldn't not fight for her. It galled me to think about Noelle with other men while I was gone. And there was Phreya! Ah, well that wasn't so bad. I was open enough to know she had her urges, and a lady-in-waiting to the Princess may hold us well in the end.
I thought about Noelle and my plans for the future.
And then I felt guilty.
I remembered Tempeste and the conversation's we had had while she was sick. We had arguments, wild gestures, she had sobbed and coughed sending me into my own tear drenched stories. But it seemed in vain as Tempeste died before we could finish our thoughts. I shook my head looking down at the scarf again and thought about her once again. I had to write to her, tell her what was happen. For a moment I could remember her and find solace.
I sat down at my desk and picked up the quill, touching it to the inkwell and then put pain to paper.
Dearest Noelle;
Greetings, I hope that you are doing well.
I'm sad to inform you that this letter comes with unhappy tidings. My sister, the Comtesse de Fourcay, has succumb to a fever and passed two nights before. I am here at our town house now, seeing to things and well be traveling with her to our estate in Azzalle once the ban has been lifted.
I have also begun to move my things from the palace and will be staying here hence if you wish to call on me.
I stayed my hand thinking on the next things to say.
I miss you Noelle.
Yours in service and love
Denis
It would do. There was more I wanted to say but I feared that Noelle would run if I pushed to hard. She seemed easy to spook and I planned on keeping her around for a long time, I would do what ever was needed to keep her.
“I love you.” I whispered to the page before sighing slowly and sealing it.
I found one of the servants in the hall, he was empty handed as he returned for more items. Asking him to send it post haste, he nodded and hurried off to Noelle's home. I had to return to Azzalle. But that was for another time. I was tired...too tired and I needed to rest.
I had been completely oblivious to everything until I had to sit down on my bed to cry, when I saw a chiffon sash of pinks, yellows and oranges. I reached for it and pulled it from out underneath the pillow and held it up to my nose. Taking a deep breath I inhaled...Noelle... I chuckled to myself remembering how I had stole it from her. I remembered thinking how it looked like a thick lacquered painting, as though some genius or careless painter had mixed the colours into a swirl of complimentary colours. I thought about her then, what would happen now.
Noelle was...well I was falling in love with her. I willed myself not to, told myself that Coretta was the aim and that she was my match in every way! But I couldn't, I willed nothing, my heart ached for Noelle. I had seen it the first time I saw her. I felt it the moment we kissed. She fueled me, drove me, set me on fire. She was my match in every way. The thought of being with out her made me sick inside. Oh Elua and her voice! Her voice would make me weak and hard all at the same time. The curve of her neck, the way she said my name.
I shook my head thinking that I would chide myself if I were me. What was I becoming? Who was I becoming? Whom ever it was, I had the feeling that I wasn't going to stop it. I was afraid, I was, terrified. But it was the most extreme feeling I had ever had, and I wasn't willing to back down. I was D'Angeline after all and I followed Elua's precept the way we all did.
I loved her.
That was enough. Enough to know I couldn't not fight for her. It galled me to think about Noelle with other men while I was gone. And there was Phreya! Ah, well that wasn't so bad. I was open enough to know she had her urges, and a lady-in-waiting to the Princess may hold us well in the end.
I thought about Noelle and my plans for the future.
And then I felt guilty.
I remembered Tempeste and the conversation's we had had while she was sick. We had arguments, wild gestures, she had sobbed and coughed sending me into my own tear drenched stories. But it seemed in vain as Tempeste died before we could finish our thoughts. I shook my head looking down at the scarf again and thought about her once again. I had to write to her, tell her what was happen. For a moment I could remember her and find solace.
I sat down at my desk and picked up the quill, touching it to the inkwell and then put pain to paper.
Dearest Noelle;
Greetings, I hope that you are doing well.
I'm sad to inform you that this letter comes with unhappy tidings. My sister, the Comtesse de Fourcay, has succumb to a fever and passed two nights before. I am here at our town house now, seeing to things and well be traveling with her to our estate in Azzalle once the ban has been lifted.
I have also begun to move my things from the palace and will be staying here hence if you wish to call on me.
I stayed my hand thinking on the next things to say.
I miss you Noelle.
Yours in service and love
Denis
It would do. There was more I wanted to say but I feared that Noelle would run if I pushed to hard. She seemed easy to spook and I planned on keeping her around for a long time, I would do what ever was needed to keep her.
“I love you.” I whispered to the page before sighing slowly and sealing it.
I found one of the servants in the hall, he was empty handed as he returned for more items. Asking him to send it post haste, he nodded and hurried off to Noelle's home. I had to return to Azzalle. But that was for another time. I was tired...too tired and I needed to rest.