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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 14, 2010 10:12:45 GMT -5
I laughed, pushing a piece of meat around on my plate as I listened to him speak. I was rapidly becoming full; it never failed. I'd be starving one moment and full the next, less room in my stomach so I'd been told. "I've heard a few stories of what soldiers tend to jest about in the field," I said, blushing at the memory. "I can only imagine how it would be with many of you put together."
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Apr 15, 2010 1:37:37 GMT -5
I smirked and blushed slightly. "I was never one to talk of such things. In fact you'll find me different than many soldiers, similar in many but different in so much more."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 15, 2010 22:49:21 GMT -5
"Is that so?" I grinned at him softly, putting my fork down in favor of my wineglass. "I think I have to agree on that already... You definitely don't fit what I'd always pictured in my mind." Then again, August never had either. Taking a sip of my wine, I set it down again, reclaiming my fork. "I mean that in the best of way," I added, suddenly realizing it could be taken badly; Elua, I hoped he didn't.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Apr 17, 2010 0:19:10 GMT -5
I smiled softly, giving her a single nod. "Thank you. I'm sure your idea of a soldier is not far off for many. But those who truly wish to do well are more like me, though perhaps not so sheltered and shy."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 17, 2010 16:59:33 GMT -5
"You don't seem overly shy to me, in good honesty. Thoughtful mayhap, but not truly shy." I smiled softly at him before taking another bite of food; I was nearly done.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Apr 17, 2010 18:41:31 GMT -5
I nodded and went back to eating. Soon only a few bites were left on the table. "I think that's one of my biggest flaws. I think far too much, it's frightening sometimes."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 18, 2010 17:02:55 GMT -5
"That can be a good and bad thing.." I said softly, done with my own food. I had over half of mine still on my plate while his was nearly gone; a product of a smaller stomach with the pregnancy. "Over thinking can definitely have its down sides though. I do that sometimes as well, when I try to go to bed at night. Inevitably I stay awake and.. sleep evades."
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Apr 19, 2010 23:12:14 GMT -5
I finished off my plate and set it aside, leaning in now, engaged in conversation. "I'm afraid that is a big problem of mine as well, unless it so happens that I have done so much work through the day that even my mind can not prevent sleep. Those are the good days, the days when sleep is actually earned, deserved."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 25, 2010 22:23:44 GMT -5
I left my plate where it was and sat back, indicating clearly with physical movements that I was finished as well. A smile upon my mouth, I listened to him, engaged in conversation. "Your sleep isn't earned or deserved these days?" I asked curiously. "Is that what it takes, then? Physical exertion to the point of exhaustion?"
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on May 9, 2010 18:00:58 GMT -5
I shrugged. "Well I would say yes. If one can lay his head upon the pillow and not be exhausted than there is still work for him to do. He has not yet earned his sleep. Do you understand my meaning?" I now rested my chin on my hands and watched her.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 17, 2010 13:37:14 GMT -5
The line of my mouth softened slightly as my smile deepened, and I watched him as he propped his chin upon his hands, his eyes remaining upon my own. "I understand what you mean. Do you find yourself utterly exhausted in the City, Monsieur de Mereliot? Or is there more for you to do in the country than here?"
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 17, 2010 13:44:19 GMT -5
"I have only been here a couple days, though this is not my first time here of course... But no, I haven't found myself exhausted here, unless I suddenly become swamped with affairs of state, it is all too relaxing. In the country there is a farm to keep as well, plus I can hunt or ride, or whatever else I feel like doing." I smirked. "Here there is little more to do than eat or drink."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 17, 2010 13:55:08 GMT -5
I laughed at his smirk; he disdained the city in favor of the country, it sounded like. "Ah, but there are grounds at the Palace onto which you can hunt," I teased, knowing well that likely wasn't what he'd want to do.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 17, 2010 14:07:35 GMT -5
I looked up and to the right, thinking it over. "Well, it's still hunting, but it isn't quite the same. Better than nothing. Of course I'm not certain how long I will actually be in the city." I picked up my glass of wine and sipped it. "But tell me, which do you prefer, the city or the country?"
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 17, 2010 14:23:01 GMT -5
"Mmm..." I pondered the question and my answer both, my index finger trailing along the outside of my wineglass. "The country, I think," I said after a few moments. "It's so fresh and free... I love leaving the gates of my home and seeing nothing but blue skies, grass and in the distance, the sea. There's nothing that can compare."
A wave of homesickness rushed through me, and I wasn't sure if it was for my own estate, or the Trevalions. "Nothing that can compare at all."
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 17, 2010 14:30:12 GMT -5
I smiled warmly at her answer, as it brought to my own mind the warm summer days as a child, and even recently as I would go out on my horse, book in hand to find a secluded spot. Of course as I would read, the serene fields would transform into bloody battlefields.
Little did I know that as I was considering all this, my mind wandering as it is prone to do, I was left staring, most likely at Mirielle. It's hard to tell really. But no matter where my eyes looked, a twinge of homesickness pervaded me.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 17, 2010 14:38:12 GMT -5
I sighed softly, thinking of how much I missed it. I was due to have the babe in the spring, and later in the summer I might well return to the estate to winter, but for now I was in the city where healers were close and in abundance should something happen.
I came from my reverie of a sudden, realizing how rude it must have been, but Guy himself looked lost in thought, as if his mind wasn't connected to his body. It brought a warm smile to my mouth, slightly amused, knowing I must have looked much like it only a moment ago. Clearing my throat lightly, I sipped at my wine before gently speaking again, trying not to startle him. "It sounds like we are much of the same mine in that aspect, at least."
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 17, 2010 14:44:35 GMT -5
"Hmm?" I asked, lifting my head a smidgen as she spoke softly to me. I had been daydreaming. I blushed a little. Imagine, a general like myself blushing. But while I was a general...I well I guess when not in battle I was rather different. The act of war causes a mans mind to run differently, he must put his thoughts and emotions to different uses.
I nodded. "Yes indeed. I would certainly seem that way. I wonder though, if our mindsets run along common grounds in other areas as well."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 17, 2010 14:55:38 GMT -5
He blushed, and I tried very, very hard to hold back more amusement from entering my smile than was already there, but I wasn't sure how well I succeeded. "That's true enough," I murmured, setting my glass down and finally giving into a teasing grin. "Perhaps we're truly siblings separated at birth... Except your nose is too long, and hair too dark."
I grinned a little more, the corners of my eyes wrinkling up some with my good humor. I hoped he didn't take it badly, though something told me he wouldn't.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 17, 2010 15:05:47 GMT -5
I smirked, turning it into a grin that matched her own. "On the contrary, m'lady, your hair is too light and ..." I was not one to talk of noses. "Your lips too full." I nearly snorted, but instead raised my glass of wine, a twinkle in my eye.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 17, 2010 15:18:24 GMT -5
I laughed as he turned it around to me, and I found myself leaning forward a bit more, not bothering to hide how amused I was. "I don't know," I mused. "I think mayhap it's your ears; they're a touch too small to suit your nose... but at the same time, there is a rather becoming charm to you."
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 17, 2010 15:27:30 GMT -5
I grabbed my ears in feigned shock. "Really?" I chuckled and leaned forward. "Well thank you though...I think. I must say though that your eyes are entirely too blue. The sparkle might blind someone." A cheap compliment it seemed to me, but at the moment I could find nothing to criticize.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 17, 2010 15:42:55 GMT -5
I couldn't help the giggle that escaped as he clutched at his ears; I knew he knew I was joking, but it made it no less funny. "My eyes sparkle? Oh Elua, I should wear a veil then; I wouldn't want to injure someone by accident. I've seen some very pretty ones in the shoppes, that would drape across my forehead and pin into my hair." And the rest of the outfit was scandalous; barely cloth to cover my breasts, and though the bottom was long skirts, the slits on either side went straight up to the top of my hip. A blush stained my cheeks at the thought of wearing it, even after I had the babe.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 17, 2010 15:56:08 GMT -5
I nodded with a chuckle, but also with a slight hint of bewilderment at the blush. "Well then, perhaps we can go look at some tonight. If we are done here that is."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 17, 2010 16:05:42 GMT -5
He said exactly what I hadn't been expecting, and the blush that hinted at my cheeks strengthened. My smile grew deeper, and I dropped my eyes from his, watching little ripples travel across the top of my wine before I looked back up at him again, face still tilted down somewhat. "We could do that if you like," I said, and surprised myself with it. "I myself am done with my meal."
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 17, 2010 16:14:29 GMT -5
It warmed me to see her smile ... but I didn't understand, nor want to see her embarrassed. "I am finished ... Of course if you don't want to we don't have to." I looked down, trying to get a look at her eyes.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 17, 2010 16:21:54 GMT -5
"Oh, I don't mind," I said, trying to reassure him as I set my cloth napkin upon the table, and turned to take a few coins from my purse to pay for my portion of the meal. I was fairly certain that I could get away with just buying the veil - and I would, if for nothing else but a jest. "Truly.. the shoppe isn't far from here, actually, just a couple blocks down."
The coins on the table, I stood, offering him a smile that was only slightly shy as I pulled my wrap around my shoulders.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 17, 2010 16:25:56 GMT -5
As she set the coins on the table I quickly looked up at her. "Hey now?" I said pulling the exact amount from my own purse. "I insist." I pushed her coins back towards her. I then stood up to help her with the wrap if she needed it. "Shall we be off then, m'lady?"
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 17, 2010 16:32:15 GMT -5
A true gentleman, he not only insisted to pay, but did it so smoothly that I was putting the coins back in my purse before I realized it. I chuckled once, softly, my sunnied locks falling around my shoulders as I accepted his help with my wrap, pulling it closely around my shoulders and back. "You're dangerous, you know," I teased as my hand found his arm, taking it comfortably, ready to leave with him.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 17, 2010 16:42:02 GMT -5
I smirked at her, shyly and looked down at the ground. "I am?" My question was innocent. I felt at peace as her arm rested in mine. And so we began walking.
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