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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 5, 2011 11:08:38 GMT -5
I laughed with him, giving him a playful shift of my shoulders as if I wasn't sure if I wanted to answer that. "A lady is always nice," I replied teasingly, which wasn't an answer at all, and I laughed a second time to show him I was not serious. "Truly Guy, you do not look old in the slightest. How many natals have you seen now? Twenty.. six?"
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jan 5, 2011 12:11:10 GMT -5
I smirked, shaking my head. "Thirty-three actually. I had always thought I looked older than my age, a fact I used to be proud of. However, in this case I am very glad that you think so."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 5, 2011 19:11:55 GMT -5
Oh Elua, I'd been off by eight years! How mortifying. My lips parted in surprise when he gave his true age, though I pressed on, determined not to blush yet again. I began to answer him when a faint knock sounded at the door, and I sat up, smoothing my hair out absent mindedly with a hand as I bade the maid to enter.
Dessert had arrived, crepes with a fruit filling folded into it. There was another dish of fruit to add to the top or eat on the side, a small jar of honey, and beside it all, a thin porcelain teapot bearing hot water and the tea beside. Two cups, plates and silverware were supplied, and the maid was bobbing a curtsy on her way out, closing the door behind her.
"Still hungry, I hope," I smiled at him merrily.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jan 5, 2011 22:23:25 GMT -5
"As much as ever!" My voice cheerful as I sat up. The food looked quite delicious and smelled as much too. The addition of tea made me smile as well. "It's practically a second feast!"
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 6, 2011 18:02:32 GMT -5
I laughed as I leaned and picked up the teapot, beginning to fill both cups with steaming water. "Help yourself," I smiled as I set one of the cups of water before him, the items needed for tea still upon the tray. "And don't hold back if you're still hungry from dinner.. I know all about the appetites of men," I added as I began to put my cup of tea together, pausing to give him a teasing smile.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jan 6, 2011 22:54:12 GMT -5
I grinned and began to take two of the crepes. I laughed and nodded. "I'll be certain to eat as much as I need to satisfy myself." I would late a little bit on the tea, I decided.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 9, 2011 21:06:21 GMT -5
"I'm glad to hear it," I replied with a grin as I set the cup down, too hot still to wrap my fingers around and luxuriate in as I normally did, one of my favorite pastimes whenever the weather wasn't too warm. Picking up a second little plate, I chose a few fruits and a crepe, then set back against the couch more to enjoy them. For a few moments, silence hung between us, but for me at least it wasn't uncomfortable as we ate. It was.. relaxing, familiar almost, and I gave Guy a brief smile between bites, my eyes taking him in for a long moment before I dropped my gaze to my food again.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jan 10, 2011 2:37:01 GMT -5
I enjoyed the silence, it was peaceful with her near. When we talked I was at peace and in silence. I smiled to myself and then glanced up at her, looking down and pouring myself some tea. I also took a bite of the crepes. "Mm they're delicious!"
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 10, 2011 13:44:14 GMT -5
I laughed quietly, eating a piece of fruit as he spoke. "I'll have to pass your compliments onto the chef," I replied, my good humor reflected in my voice.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jan 10, 2011 14:08:52 GMT -5
"Please do!" I told her before eating some more. "Where'd you find your cook?"
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 10, 2011 17:02:38 GMT -5
"He was my parents actually," I said as I finished off my crepe and set my plat down upon my pressed-together knees. "I keep thinking it's time for him to find a cozy little home to relax in, but every time I suggest it he gets offended, so I haven't mentioned it in a while."
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jan 11, 2011 12:36:08 GMT -5
I smiled. "He's loyal and clearly feels a part of the family. I wouldn't let him go. Plus he makes absolutely delicious food. My servants are the same, they become so close they are, in a sense, family. I cannot imagine how it must be for those servants living with unkind masters, knowing they are considered inferior."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 11, 2011 16:54:21 GMT -5
"Oh, I agree completely," I grinned to him as I sat, resisting the urge to draw my legs up under me like I would have had I been alone. I was comfortable with Guy, but I tried to have some lady-like senses still. "He's quite white-haired though, advanced in years.. but still spry. I just thought he might like to get away from standing for long hours in the kitchens is all."
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jan 12, 2011 0:24:56 GMT -5
I smiled. "Some people can be so dedicated to their work that to be removed from situations we might find tiring can in fact make them feel out of place. His home, no doubt, is the kitchen. That is his place of comfort."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 12, 2011 16:29:35 GMT -5
I smiled softly, looking at him in quiet wonderment for a long moment. "You're absolutely right," I said at length. "I've been a fool to think otherwise; I can see things quite clearly now."
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jan 12, 2011 19:51:45 GMT -5
I shook my head. "You are certainly not a fool, Mirielle," I told her, gently placing my hand on her arm. "We all find new revelations every day."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 12, 2011 22:07:43 GMT -5
He was so gentle, and I found myself relaxing more as I reached to lay my hand overtop of his. For a moment I considered him, my eyes on his face, before I answered him. "I don't think you realize it, but you bear the title of Comte well," I said softly. "Not many nobles are actually so; the people you care for are lucky to have such a leader."
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jan 13, 2011 12:36:44 GMT -5
"Thank you. I feel like even being a leader, it is hard to make a difference though, with me here and all. I do my best." Her hand rested over mine and it caused me to take a deep breath, perfectly relaxed by her touch.
"You know, I think it is quite possible for me to enjoy this life more than my previous, with a little work. I can be that noble character I desired, in a peaceful way."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 15, 2011 14:58:06 GMT -5
"I know you can," I replied sincerely, giving his hand a small squeeze before I let go again. Leaving the bits of fruit on my plate, I set it down upon the table and leaned back upon the couch again, letting out a soft, contented sigh. "I'm ready for a nap I think." Looking over at him, I grinned, feeling more relaxed than I had in a long while.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jan 15, 2011 16:10:42 GMT -5
I leaned back as wel and nodded. "A nap does sound wonderful and this is certainly the room for it ..." I sighed as well. At the same time I wondered if that was my cue to leave. "If you truly wish to I don't want to be a disturbance," I said politely, keeping my relaxed smile.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 18, 2011 14:51:29 GMT -5
"You're not a disturbance," I smiled at him as I leaned, though without thought I stretched my arm, my hand coming down overtop of his. Without comment I held it to keep him from standing and excusing himself; had it been anyone else, I'd have felt forward, but with Guy it was one friend reassuring another. My fingers curled 'round his as I closed my eyes just for a moment, sleepy and very content.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jan 18, 2011 15:12:13 GMT -5
She wanted me to stay! There was almost a schoolboy happiness in me from that fact. I gave her hand a squeeze and whispered in a comforting tone. "Sleep well, Miri. I'll be here when you wake." I laid my head back against the couch and closed my eyes halfway, keeping them on her. I wanted badly to kiss her cheek, but there could be nothing that would offend her.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 24, 2011 13:12:05 GMT -5
His whisper soothed me, and I left my hand where it was as I began to drift towards slumber, letting it carry me away without really realizing that it was. I was aware of Guy and the warmth of his fingers, aware of having a friend that I trusted. I was aware of Christelle in another part of the house... and somewhere between that and the next thought, I was asleep.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jan 24, 2011 22:06:48 GMT -5
I watched her as slept for about five minutes, simple admiring her beauty, how she looked with her eyes closed. I then closed mine as well, utterly peaceful beside her, and I silently prayed that this would be the beginning of something wonderful.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 24, 2011 22:25:12 GMT -5
How long I slept I didn't know, but a rattle woke me with a start, gasping and sitting bolt-straight upon the couch as I looked immediately for Christelle; was she hurt? Where was she? ..Where was I?
Confused, it took me a moment to realize the rattle had come from a maid who was cleaning our dessert tray up, her cheeks blushing brightly. Groggy still, I looked over at Guy, my own cheeks coloring at the rather erratic way I'd woken, hoping I hadn't disturbed him as well.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jan 24, 2011 23:44:36 GMT -5
I had been sleeping very lightly and awoke as sharply she, squeezing her hand to let her know it was ok. I glanced at the maid and gave her an apologetic smile. "Miri, are you alright?"
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 25, 2011 9:08:49 GMT -5
The grogginess was fading, and in its place was a keen embarrassment that brought a rough way to wake. My cheeks brightened, and I ducked my face as the maid let herself out. "I'm fine, truly.. I'm sorry. Ever since I've had Christelle, little things tend to wake me sharply. I didn't mean to fall asleep." Giving his hand a light squeeze, I let go of it to set about running my fingers over my cheeks before smoothing my hair, anything to try to hide the color in my face and give me something else to do.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jan 25, 2011 12:43:15 GMT -5
I smiled at her and touched her arm. "There's no need for embarrassment, Mirielle. I understand." I pulled my arm back and turned a little to face her. "How long had we slept do you think?"
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 25, 2011 15:40:11 GMT -5
"I'm not overly sure," I replied, feeling more comfortable with his smooth demeanor, nonchalant and non-assuming. Satisfied that my hair wasn't a complete mess, I turned to look out the windows. "Not too long though, I'd guess. I can't remember the last time I fell asleep with company over." Easy enough; I never had, but then again I'd never had a newborn before either.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Jan 26, 2011 2:42:17 GMT -5
I laughed softly. "I suppose it can happen after a long day, and then a relaxing evening such as this has been." I then added, with clear reluctance in my voice. "Perhaps I should return home and let you get an early night's rest?"
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