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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 17, 2010 16:46:36 GMT -5
"Incredibly so," I said, following him through the restaurant, and as we turned out of doors, I gestured which direction the shop lay in. "You're charming, mysterious, and there's a quiet sort of command in you that I find myself doing what you want before I realize it." I was teasing and I wasn't.. I honestly meant it, but I didn't want him to become embarrassed by my words.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 17, 2010 16:53:58 GMT -5
I had never heard anyone say something like that. Of course My experience with women in general was limited. "Is that a bad thing?" I asked, sincerely. To me it sounded as if I was manipulative. I didn't want to be. However I liked the way she said what she said.
I turned with her in the direction of the shop.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 17, 2010 17:00:55 GMT -5
"Bad? Not at all," I said, glancing up to him with a reassuring smile as we walked. The breeze was blessedly absent, and had I not been walking with Guy, I'd have closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my face. "It's.. refreshing, almost. Most nobles make no qualms in letting others know exactly what they want, with no finesse. You're unique," I finished, my eyes rising to meet his again.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 17, 2010 18:04:41 GMT -5
Exactly what they want... What did I want, exactly? I don't think I wanted anything, I was simply enjoying time with a kind, and gorgeous woman, a woman blessed with child. I know what I did not want was for this time to end, as it is with anyone so charming and delightful. I looked from her to the road, smiling at the breeze on my face, and at her kind words.
"Thank you, Mirielle." I think that was all I could say.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 17, 2010 19:06:25 GMT -5
He thanked me, and I made a quiet noise of acknowledgement, though I didn't have aught else to say on the subject. It amazed me, really, how much more comfortable I felt with him now than I had when we first had entered the restaurant, though I suppose it was to be expected. For a few moments silence reigned, but for me at least it wasn't uncomfortable.
"I've never tried on a veil before," I said at length, a little grin coming to my mouth. "I've always been curious, but have never really tried it."
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 17, 2010 19:12:24 GMT -5
I enjoyed the silence, for no matter the duration, I didn't like the fact that once it began so did the rush of thoughts, about just about everything. When she finally spoke, even about something as simple as never before wearing a veil, it was a relief to me. "You don't say?" I felt a playful mood coming on. "You know I have never tried a turban before? I've always been curious, but never tried them. I suppose I'd look just like a beardless Akkadian, though a little more sun might help."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 17, 2010 19:34:29 GMT -5
He played into it, and I found myself uplifted by the thought of him donning a turban. "You are a little pale," I said, as if admitting it, and I glanced up at him with a playfully thoughtful look upon my face. "Though your long nose might very well fit in..."
It was hard not to giggle, and I gave his arm a little squeeze as my grin bloomed. He was easy to like, easy to talk to, and I found myself truly enjoying our time together.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 17, 2010 19:54:13 GMT -5
I looked down at her with wrinkled nose that soon transformed itself into a bright smile. "How did I know you would say that?" I asked nudging her a little as we walked, playfully.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 17, 2010 20:01:13 GMT -5
I laughed as he bumped me; it was light enough that my off-balance footing still felt secure, and playful enough that it only made the mood lighter. "You must know me better than I thought already," I teased. "I think I need to be on my toes a little more around you."
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 17, 2010 20:20:19 GMT -5
I laughed and help her arm a little tighter, giving her a little extra security after the nudge. "Yes you should. You know that the more you get to know someone, the easier it is to trip them up, to read their mind. Not sure you'd want to read mine, too complex, though they say women's minds are like that, so maybe you would be able to comprehend it?"
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 18, 2010 11:18:32 GMT -5
His grip tightened upon my arm, and I found myself glad for it, though his banter made me laugh once again. I felt.. free, almost, much more than I had in a long time. I couldn't remember the last time I'd laughed this much, not since before the accident. "It would seem less of an advantage to me if I admitted I could read your mind," I teased, not giving in either way as to whether I understood it or not. Before the conversation could continue, I saw the doors of the shoppe draw alongside us, and it caught me off guard. I hadn't realized we'd walked this far, though I supposed I could attribute that to good conversation and better company.
"Here is is," I said with a smile, though my heart beat a little faster at it. It was silly; it wasn't as if the veil was attached to the outfit.. it was just.. next to it, next to a mannequin displaying it, or had been the last time I was here. I held Guys arm still, not trying to push my way through.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 21, 2010 18:01:35 GMT -5
I smiled as we arrived at the shop. I wasn't so interested in seeing the veil as I was in spending more time with Mirielle. The entire walk had been filled with laughter and an all around wonderful time. I just wanted it to last.
I opened the door for her, letting go of her arm only briefly. "Lead the way!" I said in a manner of pure playfulness.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 21, 2010 18:37:25 GMT -5
My heart didn't stop thrumming as I made my way through the entry and into the shoppe, glancing around as I did. Little had changed, and I turned, smiling at Guy as I retook his arm and led him over to where the mannequin stood. The rest of the store was adorn in different costumes, different clothing from far away countries and near alike, and why I'd been drawn to this particular one I didn't know.
"Here," I said, glancing up at him briefly with a smile as I reached the mannequin. Letting go of his arm, I reached and touched the veil, which, truth be, was more beautiful than I remembered. Gold mesh crossed the top of it, and the remainder of it hung in sheer silk, scraped so thin that the wearer could see through it without a problem. Delicately, I reached to take one of the extras laying upon a shelf behind it, and with a teasing look upon my face, I held it up, unable to fix it in my hair myself. Facing Guy again, I grinned, then gave him a simpering look that melted away almost immediately into another blush-induced laugh. "I feel silly," I admitted, though I had to admit it was a little.. exotic.. looking at him through the veil like this.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 21, 2010 18:58:59 GMT -5
As we went in my eye was instantly drawn to all the various costumes, each one exotic and exciting. It was a feast of color and texture and I couldn't help but let my fingers trace across the silks and velvets.
When we came to the veil, and she held it up to her, played with it, how could I not smile. "You may feel silly ... but you look beautiful." As I spoke I drifted fro a playful to a fully sincere tone. "I miss seeing your eyes though."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 21, 2010 19:46:14 GMT -5
I laughed again and took the veil down from my face as he answered; all compliments, and I kept my gaze on him, seeing him clearly without the filmy veil in the way. "How about this, then?" Raising the veil a gain, I left it over my nose and mouth both, though my eyes were uncovered for his pleasure.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 21, 2010 20:13:18 GMT -5
I tilted my head, holding my chin in my hand and considering the change. "It's better, I must admit. Though it hides your lips, which is a shame. Perhaps it would be best if you had no veil whatsoever after all." I smiled and reached out my hand to take it away from her. "It's hard to improve on you, and shameful to cover up."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 21, 2010 21:10:46 GMT -5
If I'd had flickerings of intuition before, they'd not been strong enough for me to realize, but there was no mistake this time. When Guy reached to take the veil from me, my cheeks were stained pink; he was flirting with me? No, of course not; I was pregnant with another mans babe, and with it, wholly unattractive. It didn't bother me, but made me wholly surprised.
I dropped my gaze, though I found a smile was still on my mouth. I wondered at it, but I didn't give myself much time, afraid he'd take my silence wrong. "Some might not think so," I said, trying to keep the mood light, though I very carefully didn't look at the mannequin with the scandalous outfit that belonged with the veil next to us. "Is there anything you like in here?" I asked, glancing around us, twining my fingers together before me.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 21, 2010 21:33:00 GMT -5
After the fact I realized that I was, unintentionally, flirting. I felt embarrased almost immediately and looked down about the same time that she did. Yes, she was beautiful, but she was also pregnant. I wasn't one to flirt and I supposed that I should stop. It wasn't right.. was it?
At her question I looked back up. My worried thoughts floated away and I smiled, back into the former levity. "For me or or you?"
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 21, 2010 23:01:25 GMT -5
"For you, of course," I said, grinning at him. The moment had seemed to pass, and I turned, looking 'round the room once more before looking back at him again, my grin tapered to a smile. "What of the turban you spoke of? I believe there's one.. Ah." Turning, there was one behind me, though I didn't pick it up to hand to him, just in the case he wasn't comfortable with wearing it.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 21, 2010 23:32:07 GMT -5
I walked over to it, now standing beside her. I chuckled and reached out to take it off the rack. "I've seen plenty of these in my time, but never have I ever been shown how to put one on, nor do I have any idea how." The fabric trail fell from my hands and cascaded to the floor. "Perhaps you can try putting it on for me?"
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 22, 2010 13:19:07 GMT -5
Mostly it was wrapped still, but a trail of cloth fell to the floor, having unravelled from Elua knew what. When he asked for help, I hesitated, though I delicately took it from him regardless, holding it carefully lest it come apart completely. "I'm not entirely sure myself..." I said as I stepped closer to him, and, reaching up, I settled it atop his head carefully. "But I think I can figure it out."
My eyes dropped to his, and I smiled softly at him before I set to work, gathering and rolling the unbound cloth. A little work and I had it back into place again, the ends tucked in in such a fashion that it'd take more than a jostle to bring them out again. "There, I think that's it," I said, my smile brightening as I finally lowered my hands from the turban upon his head. Amusement flickered through me, and on impulse I touched the lobe of his left ear before withdrawing completely, tease entering my tone."It does make your ears seem a little bigger though."
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 22, 2010 13:38:33 GMT -5
My eyes moved to where she touched my ear before connecting back to her gaze. "Does it?" I asked, still playfully. "Well then it simply won't do... perhaps we should try a vest or some such?"
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 23, 2010 14:40:25 GMT -5
I grinned at his playful response; all unintentional awkwardness seemed to have disappeared, something I was incredibly thankful for. "Mayhap you should try the entire outfit on," I suggested, motioning to a mannequin that had the turban, vest and billowing ivory pants.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 26, 2010 12:53:57 GMT -5
I stepped back and looked at the outfit, smirking a little at how it reminded me of my time spent in Akkad. "I suppose I could. This of course doesn't mean that I am buying it." I laughed and gave her a playful look of warning.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 27, 2010 12:43:31 GMT -5
"Of course not," I agreed, smiling brightly at him, folding my fingers together above my stomach. Small as my belly was in comparison to what it should be, it still stuck out, enough to tell I was most definitely pregnant, though it was all concentrated in the very center of my torso; from the back one couldn't tell I was pregnant. "You don't have to at all if you don't want," I said, hopefully helpfully.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jun 29, 2010 14:55:37 GMT -5
I shrugged. It made no real difference to me. In fact at this point I was willing to do just about anything to continue this time of mindless play. It was fun, sweet in fact. And I enjoyed Mirielle's company. I held the vest betwixt my fingers. "I'll at least put the vest on. It's something I could actually see myself wearing. "
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 8, 2010 9:06:04 GMT -5
"Truly?" I asked in curious surprise, though my smile didn't disappear; if anything, it only grew larger. "Well, this blue does bring out your eyes..."
My tease was playful and light, and I stood quietly, happy and relaxed in Guys' presence.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jul 8, 2010 13:53:12 GMT -5
I inclined my head and quirked a curious brow. "But they're brown... If you say so though." I grinned, feeling quite content and happy. "Now yours on the other hand...." I chuckled and took off the rest of the outfit and set it back on the rack, keeping the vest.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 19, 2010 11:05:40 GMT -5
"Me?" I asked curiously, my smile shining through my voice as much as it did my face. I'd not meant his eyes were blue, but it was a miscommunication that I glazed over, not speaking again on such a trivial matter; it would be incredibly rude of me to try to correct him as such. Watching him remove the outfit til he was himself again, I grinned and looked out across the rest of the store. "I can't remember exactly why I'd come in here... but it is an interesting place. I should revisit, once I have the babe," I commented, absently running a hand across my stomach.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jul 29, 2010 16:58:27 GMT -5
I nodded and glanced around as well. "It is quite interesting. Perhaps one of the few stores I could really picture myself spending any real sort of time in, except for open air ones. That's another matter altogether." I smirked and stepped closer to Mirielle, just a little. "Shall we go?"
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