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Post by Bayard Roux nó Eglantine on Mar 22, 2011 9:24:36 GMT -5
As much as she was blushing I could have teased Essie about it and mentioned that if it continued that people might think she had all sorts of unladylike things running through her head, but somehow I thought that might be a bad idea. It's not as though she likely let things ever come to her mind at all, not with how she'd been treated in the past. That's why she'd wanted to go to the Night Court anyway, right? To give herself the chance to have the same life as everyone else in the land enjoyed. And if she was moving close enough to have trickles of blush-worthy thought I wasn't going to try and embarrass her about them in case they were a good sign.
"I don't know what my housemates would do but that's as likely as anything if they were in a good mood," I replied with a smirk. "Or else they may seek to lure you into some game that might make your life more interesting. We Eglantine are passionate people and tend to follow our whims that way." Yes I was teasing her again, but it seemed like a natural thing to do and at least I knew I wouldn't offend her too badly with this topic. Besides, I didn't know what else to say to her thanks. "And you don't have to thank me, that's what people are supposed to do, isn't it? Just remember that I'm kind when I'm doing something roguish," I finally settled on saying.
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Post by Estella de Cartier on Mar 22, 2011 11:48:37 GMT -5
I laughed at the imagery he created, the earlier thoughts washing away easily with the new ones, and I giggled, feeling my cheeks cool at alst.
"I will definitely have to remember. I am sure I will chant it through clenched teeth after some silly prank has been dealt me," I teased in a woe-is-me fashion befoer laughing again. The sun was setting something quick, and darkness was beginning to claim teh land. I looked around us, astonished that time ha dpassed so quickly. "But I think the last thing either of us wants is to be stranded on this here rooftop from fear of misstepping in the dark. Maybe we should get down?" I asked, pouting, though this time the pout was real. The night coming to a close meant that he would return to Eglantine and I to my little hole in the wall, though that I knew that I would see him on the morrow made me feel a little better, and a little nervous.
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