Post by Master Jean-Claude d'Aquitaine on Apr 19, 2009 22:31:24 GMT -6
Jean-Claude: Perhaps he had always been careful, mayhaps a bit too much, but it seemed anymore all he could feel was pent up--leaving him longing. Today would be his first day out in the sun for what seemed like an eternity. With the rain and the winter it had sheltered him for far too long, but he needed it just as any other life. His skin was pale, like chiseled marble it seemed almost surreal but already the warmth of the sun had brought the rose colored hues to the surface. Of course still covered it would shine only upon his face and down the line of his neck. His long jet black hair fell straight down his back, but wasn't held back by a hat..or a scarf..or anything; this was his day off. However, why was he still outside the fabric shop if he vowed to not work on any of his many tasks? With the war the shipments had been late upon bringing in the new spring attire, and many of the women were forced to wear last years gowns, which by now would be in tatters. How could such skilled precise hands not work upon a new piece for a most beloved sister. (d
Jayne: It was not Shaden who was in the vicinity of the fabric shop.. but one of the Lily's... Jayne. her golden hair like a beacon shinning in the spring sun.. yet today something was wrong, there was no tinkle of laughter that followed her about, no smile that could enchant the stars from the sky, instead her face was serious and panicked as she looked about at the numbers on the shopfronts.. searching for one in particular.. it was the tone of her voice that would likely catch Jean Claude's ear.. that.. troubled fearful voice... as she grasp a passing merchant by the sleeve.. " Sir.. please sir a moment of your time... please... I'm looking for this address.. and I've gotten turned about... I'm looking for the Healer.. Avery Thorn... do you know where I might find her.. it's most urgent.. " the more she spoke the higher octave her voice climbed.. as her panic overtook her..(d)
Jean-Claude: Of course it would hit Jean's ear, the sweet sound of mountain birds echoing down the valley, they carried their song with pride--just as Jayne always had. His hand would still upon the handle to find the golden haired Lily and his heart stilled. The cold viscous sound of blood flowing came to a hold with the look upon her delicate face, and just as her lips frowned so too did his own. "Mon Amour, " His whisper crept from his lips but carried with it the only warmth this man could give. "M'lady Jayne, is there something the matter?" Midnight blue eyes came to meet her own as he reached out a gloved hand to touch softly the bend of her arm. Would she remember him? Of what did she remember if he still remained? (d
Jayne: "You.... Your a healer.. Madame Aramoire's Friend... yes ?" the relief on her face was genuine as hazel orbs seemed to drink him in with the fervency of a desert dweller at and oasis... her hand grasp his pulling him toward the street... " ohhh you must come.. quickly... I've already lost so much time.. it's Madam... she's terribly ill..." she was practically running thru the streets dragging him with her, a flash of stockings beneath the soft blue of her dress... " Sir Stryker sent me to fetch the Healer Thorn, but.. I got turned about... " she panted as she pulled him along, down the streets toward the Lily.. then past it... " She's at her new town house... not the lily... Mistress Gerda.. thinks.. its... its... " tears ran down her cheeks as they came to a stop before the townhouse steps. a black swatch of fabric claiming what Jayne could not say... Plague(d)
Jean-Claude: "Tell me her symptoms while we go?" His heart stopped as he felt himself lost somewhere between time and space, and how quick the time passed as the steps of the townhouse were taken by the fine Italian leather of his step. Thoughsomewhere between fate and destiny her name was wrote in the stars, and he felt her there. He could feel his skin burning, he could feel the aches in his body, but most of all he felt the fear of death. Shaden did not want to die, and perhaps she wasn't truly thinking of the matter--he simply felt it. A race up the stairs, he would follow Jayne anywhere but as soon as his eyes fell upon Shaden he turned quickly, as he removed his overcoat, "Go. Go back the Lily, wash your body, burn your clothes and do NOT return here." (d
Shaden: " Her skin is cold to the touch, but her head burns with fever, she coughs.. and wheezes, chills and sweats... she has knots on her neck.. and is ill on her stomach.. " she had recited what Gerda had told her to tell Avery now to Jean Claude... as he raced inside the townhouse she followed until he stopped her at the door sending her away... she took a last look at Shaden.. and burst into tears once more... at the sight before her...
Gerda: Gerda was at her beside, bathing her with cool cloths... the copper haired temptress looked more like a wasted rag doll.. skin paled beyond compare, a sheen of sickly sweat glistening , hideous knots bulging in the sides and back of her neck.. beneath her arms... the lymphatic system working overtime to produce antibodies to fight off the infection... her mind wandered in and out of reality, as Gerda hummed and soothed her ... " shhhhh lady.. shhhhhh the baby is sleeping, not crying... you can see her later" her answer to Shaden's pleas to see a child she lost months ago... the fever ravaging her mind and body (d)
Nicholas: The door flung open as he carried a new bowl of cold water and cloth. "Gerda, here.." The man was haggard, it was obvious he had not slept since she became ill, he hadn't even bathed or changed his clothes yet. the bowl was set down beside the housekeeper as he took the old rag from her and moved to fling it into the fire, coated with the sickness that plagued her. His heart was a drumming mess, fast and dizzying as he moved to sit on the other side of the bed. It pulled at his heart to hear her asking for the baby, telling them she was crying when she didn't stir and it broke his heart to hear Gerda lie in return to soothe a man sleeping between realities. Taking up an extra rag, he reached to dip it in the water before taking her arm to soothe the burning flesh with its coolness. Silvery blue eyes rose to Jean Claude only briefly but the man was tormented beyond believe over his wife's sickness. He was seeing.. and yet not seeing. Lost in a desperate hope to make her well.*
Jean-Claude: "Mon Dieu.." He gasped as he rushed to her side, having no need to check her as this was a sickness he was prone too, and a sickness they would soon learn helped start. "Has she been to England?" He asked the very frazzled Nicholas, and for the first time his heart went out to the man. Long well defined arms were clear under the thin fabric of his attire, sculpted well for an artist. Yet just like his body his mind worked like a well oiled machine, absorbing knowledge and ideas with a brush of his hand. He knew this sickness well, and had found the cure. Yet a very big part of his own fear came to life as he felt that perhaps he could be too late. "I must take her, Mon Ami.." He spoke softly to the man as he lifted the shivering body of the Lady Aramoire. Turning his face to Gerda he would start with the list, that if any who survived the plague the first time knew.."Burn the sheets, burn anything she has touched, burn this house if you must...Move the Lilies out of their home, and burn it all. Watch carefully for any symptom, send for me." Turning back to Nic he knew the man would fight, why would he simply let him take Shaden? "You will do her a world of right if you stay...but I cannot force you." He spoke quickly as he turned for the door and set forth for the Underground. (d
Shaden: As her body was lifted into his arms her head lolled back and her eyes fastened upon his, for a brief moment lucidly shone in their icy depths as his name was whispered in such a way that perhaps Nicholas's heart would flinch "Jean you came back....." her voice sounded like that of a lover, as time forgot it's place... and her mind wandered back almost a year ago, when he spoke of love, then left her... alone and bereft... her hand lifted to caress his cheek then fell limply away as shivers racked her body... and the dementia of her dreams returned... " I must stay with the King... he needs me" she murmured as her face turned into his chest, his arms cradleing her tightly... as he made for the door...(d)
Nicholas: "Uhh..."Eyes squeezed tightly closed as he seemed to fight with memory. "No, no not England, but she fought with the English..." why was she infected and not He? Why was God punishing him yet again? "What take her? No..no...this sickness, you risk spreading it by taking her out of here!" He burst as he lifted off the bed, cradling Gerda arm as she move to rise and do as she was if by Jean. The hand of Nicholas stilled her. "We're not burning either.."He bit back to the man, about burning homes. "Gerda, get the sheets into the flames, I'll go to the Lily and have Ursula do the same, also have her get the girls together to clean top to bottom, but Shaden has worked to hard to see these walls and the Lily walls fade in smoke and flame." Gloved hand rose to rake through disheveled hair. Do her a world of good by staying and letting her go? It was perhaps the hardest thing he had ever done. He moved across the room o the woman he loved in Jean's arms. Sickness be damned, he leaned in to brush a kiss across her forehead. "Come back to me.."He murmured to her ear before he took a step back and then another. The door was flung open, his chest squeezing painfully as he went to warn the Lilies and see something down about the home.*
Jean-Claude: Out, out in the day back into the sun he moved and he could not help but think ill of the man. However, why would he trust the one other who loved this woman with every fiber in his being. The warmth of the day had been a blessing, as he knew very well this would not kill her..but remaining there would. So many would turn and gasp at the sight, but Jean-Claude was quick to brush them off. No time no time no time, his heart beat against his chest. He did not feel the weight of her, but the weight he had to carry her. Jean-Claude felt more the weight of her words, and felt his chest burn with the ache to soothe back her words. I was never very far. He could hear his words, as the rush of emotion swelled. I was never very far, ma petit..The iron doors of the waterways swung open, and the cry of the walk ways could relate to his own. So many people were drowned upon the build and their ghosts remained. At night he heard the moans of their souls begging for release and it went along with his own. "I have been here..My Love, I have not been far." Once the cold stone was lost the deep rich carpet of his lab came with a welcome warmth. Shaden would have loved this, he was certain for she could escape just as he did each time the heavy door closed behind. This was complete and total solitude for not a single sound traveled down from the world above. Only the wind and the ocean would make their voices heard, but padding from her bedding the first cured Winter Wolf came quickly to her master's side. Placed inside the bed of silk, satin, and velvet he placed her. How many times had he imagined her being there..only to wish her now to not even know of this place. (d
Shaden: "I thought you had forgotten me " she whispered, before a set of racking coughs claimed her again.. fragile lids closing like the curtains of an opera once the lights had been guttered, dark lashed fanned across cheeks now so pale save for two bright splotches of red that burned with fever... settled into his bed.. she moaned piteously... not that he would have wished to hear, no lovers sighs , no moans of pleasure, that of impending death and doom... she shuddered weakly... falling limply against the silken covers... moments taken before her strength was enough to open lids over dark circled eyes... " You brought me here to die... beneath the earth..." statement.. question... ramblings of a ravaged mind... " I never imagined it so.. beautiful..."(d)
Nicholas: The doors to the Lily burst with life as he strolled through the halls that now seemed so hollow and bare despite the prettiness they bared. The sitting room came to life with the noise of the door and he was suddenly surrounded by the woman all taking at once, a rambling mess inquiring of the Madame Aramoire, of what was to become of them and the Lily.
Ursula: A clap sounded behind the woman before words rang out to still their ringing words. "Give the man some room to breath, please, back to the sitting room...please.." Ursula voice rang in softness and in firmness of authority. Jayne which stood beside her, puffy eyed from crying reached a kiss against her cheek and a soft push to follow the women as she had been soothing her from tears. "Sir Stryker..." Chocolate hues swam from the ladies to the head Knight of the Lily and its occupants. How she envied him his strength to love a woman with two sides of life where she could not find the peace to do so inbetween her own secrets.
Nicholas: "Ursula.." He grumbled low as the front door was swept closed behind him. "Gather the ladies, burn the bedsheets.."
Ursula: "All of them my lord?" She asked quietly.
Nicholas: "All of them.."He answered just as quietly. "This is a precaution, so the infection does not dwell here. Buckets of water, soap, alcohol, whiskey is best, scrub everything down.." He moved with quick steps though his body was weak with loss of sleep and heartache.
Ursula: Skirts were swept back as she allowed him passage, a head dipped darkly. "It shall be done.." She turned for the sitting room then stopped to turn back to him at the stairs. "She will survive, she is to strong to die.." She spoke quietly still before disappearing into the sitting room.
Nicholas: Nicholas paused at the stairs, turning to look at the spot where she just stood before moving swiftly up the stairs.*
Jean-Claude: "No, Shaden.." He brushed back the curls damp from her hair as he returned to let himself come to rest upon the bedside. "You will not die here." He spoke softly then letting his hand raise that held the contents of a potion he had been working on now for almost his entire life. A tragic tale of desperate attempts to bring back the dead, to keep lives forever, and the ultimate reason he covered almost his entire body. It was not ready, and perhaps it never would be. However, he could not take that chance..no he would not let her go. Hand blown glass thin and light was placed against a sewing needle that had been hallowed out would be placed against the bend in her arm where the blood raced in it's vein. His hands were bare, cold and almost like stone as they touched at her skin, but when his lips came to fall against her temple he whispered, "Forgive me." Like a stake through her heart, the needle would pierce her skin and the contents of that little glass vial would drain. Shaden would become cold, colder then she had ever been, and her body would shiver for this he was certain as he called upon the wolf to come rest against her. "Guard her, keep her warm M'friend, for if it was not for this woman you would be dead." Somewhere along those lines that wolf knew this and would keep her guard well placed. "Dream sweet, My love..let us not forget the morning." Shaden would be up against the world now, and have him to thank if she even remembered it. (d
Jayne: It was not Shaden who was in the vicinity of the fabric shop.. but one of the Lily's... Jayne. her golden hair like a beacon shinning in the spring sun.. yet today something was wrong, there was no tinkle of laughter that followed her about, no smile that could enchant the stars from the sky, instead her face was serious and panicked as she looked about at the numbers on the shopfronts.. searching for one in particular.. it was the tone of her voice that would likely catch Jean Claude's ear.. that.. troubled fearful voice... as she grasp a passing merchant by the sleeve.. " Sir.. please sir a moment of your time... please... I'm looking for this address.. and I've gotten turned about... I'm looking for the Healer.. Avery Thorn... do you know where I might find her.. it's most urgent.. " the more she spoke the higher octave her voice climbed.. as her panic overtook her..(d)
Jean-Claude: Of course it would hit Jean's ear, the sweet sound of mountain birds echoing down the valley, they carried their song with pride--just as Jayne always had. His hand would still upon the handle to find the golden haired Lily and his heart stilled. The cold viscous sound of blood flowing came to a hold with the look upon her delicate face, and just as her lips frowned so too did his own. "Mon Amour, " His whisper crept from his lips but carried with it the only warmth this man could give. "M'lady Jayne, is there something the matter?" Midnight blue eyes came to meet her own as he reached out a gloved hand to touch softly the bend of her arm. Would she remember him? Of what did she remember if he still remained? (d
Jayne: "You.... Your a healer.. Madame Aramoire's Friend... yes ?" the relief on her face was genuine as hazel orbs seemed to drink him in with the fervency of a desert dweller at and oasis... her hand grasp his pulling him toward the street... " ohhh you must come.. quickly... I've already lost so much time.. it's Madam... she's terribly ill..." she was practically running thru the streets dragging him with her, a flash of stockings beneath the soft blue of her dress... " Sir Stryker sent me to fetch the Healer Thorn, but.. I got turned about... " she panted as she pulled him along, down the streets toward the Lily.. then past it... " She's at her new town house... not the lily... Mistress Gerda.. thinks.. its... its... " tears ran down her cheeks as they came to a stop before the townhouse steps. a black swatch of fabric claiming what Jayne could not say... Plague(d)
Jean-Claude: "Tell me her symptoms while we go?" His heart stopped as he felt himself lost somewhere between time and space, and how quick the time passed as the steps of the townhouse were taken by the fine Italian leather of his step. Thoughsomewhere between fate and destiny her name was wrote in the stars, and he felt her there. He could feel his skin burning, he could feel the aches in his body, but most of all he felt the fear of death. Shaden did not want to die, and perhaps she wasn't truly thinking of the matter--he simply felt it. A race up the stairs, he would follow Jayne anywhere but as soon as his eyes fell upon Shaden he turned quickly, as he removed his overcoat, "Go. Go back the Lily, wash your body, burn your clothes and do NOT return here." (d
Shaden: " Her skin is cold to the touch, but her head burns with fever, she coughs.. and wheezes, chills and sweats... she has knots on her neck.. and is ill on her stomach.. " she had recited what Gerda had told her to tell Avery now to Jean Claude... as he raced inside the townhouse she followed until he stopped her at the door sending her away... she took a last look at Shaden.. and burst into tears once more... at the sight before her...
Gerda: Gerda was at her beside, bathing her with cool cloths... the copper haired temptress looked more like a wasted rag doll.. skin paled beyond compare, a sheen of sickly sweat glistening , hideous knots bulging in the sides and back of her neck.. beneath her arms... the lymphatic system working overtime to produce antibodies to fight off the infection... her mind wandered in and out of reality, as Gerda hummed and soothed her ... " shhhhh lady.. shhhhhh the baby is sleeping, not crying... you can see her later" her answer to Shaden's pleas to see a child she lost months ago... the fever ravaging her mind and body (d)
Nicholas: The door flung open as he carried a new bowl of cold water and cloth. "Gerda, here.." The man was haggard, it was obvious he had not slept since she became ill, he hadn't even bathed or changed his clothes yet. the bowl was set down beside the housekeeper as he took the old rag from her and moved to fling it into the fire, coated with the sickness that plagued her. His heart was a drumming mess, fast and dizzying as he moved to sit on the other side of the bed. It pulled at his heart to hear her asking for the baby, telling them she was crying when she didn't stir and it broke his heart to hear Gerda lie in return to soothe a man sleeping between realities. Taking up an extra rag, he reached to dip it in the water before taking her arm to soothe the burning flesh with its coolness. Silvery blue eyes rose to Jean Claude only briefly but the man was tormented beyond believe over his wife's sickness. He was seeing.. and yet not seeing. Lost in a desperate hope to make her well.*
Jean-Claude: "Mon Dieu.." He gasped as he rushed to her side, having no need to check her as this was a sickness he was prone too, and a sickness they would soon learn helped start. "Has she been to England?" He asked the very frazzled Nicholas, and for the first time his heart went out to the man. Long well defined arms were clear under the thin fabric of his attire, sculpted well for an artist. Yet just like his body his mind worked like a well oiled machine, absorbing knowledge and ideas with a brush of his hand. He knew this sickness well, and had found the cure. Yet a very big part of his own fear came to life as he felt that perhaps he could be too late. "I must take her, Mon Ami.." He spoke softly to the man as he lifted the shivering body of the Lady Aramoire. Turning his face to Gerda he would start with the list, that if any who survived the plague the first time knew.."Burn the sheets, burn anything she has touched, burn this house if you must...Move the Lilies out of their home, and burn it all. Watch carefully for any symptom, send for me." Turning back to Nic he knew the man would fight, why would he simply let him take Shaden? "You will do her a world of right if you stay...but I cannot force you." He spoke quickly as he turned for the door and set forth for the Underground. (d
Shaden: As her body was lifted into his arms her head lolled back and her eyes fastened upon his, for a brief moment lucidly shone in their icy depths as his name was whispered in such a way that perhaps Nicholas's heart would flinch "Jean you came back....." her voice sounded like that of a lover, as time forgot it's place... and her mind wandered back almost a year ago, when he spoke of love, then left her... alone and bereft... her hand lifted to caress his cheek then fell limply away as shivers racked her body... and the dementia of her dreams returned... " I must stay with the King... he needs me" she murmured as her face turned into his chest, his arms cradleing her tightly... as he made for the door...(d)
Nicholas: "Uhh..."Eyes squeezed tightly closed as he seemed to fight with memory. "No, no not England, but she fought with the English..." why was she infected and not He? Why was God punishing him yet again? "What take her? No..no...this sickness, you risk spreading it by taking her out of here!" He burst as he lifted off the bed, cradling Gerda arm as she move to rise and do as she was if by Jean. The hand of Nicholas stilled her. "We're not burning either.."He bit back to the man, about burning homes. "Gerda, get the sheets into the flames, I'll go to the Lily and have Ursula do the same, also have her get the girls together to clean top to bottom, but Shaden has worked to hard to see these walls and the Lily walls fade in smoke and flame." Gloved hand rose to rake through disheveled hair. Do her a world of good by staying and letting her go? It was perhaps the hardest thing he had ever done. He moved across the room o the woman he loved in Jean's arms. Sickness be damned, he leaned in to brush a kiss across her forehead. "Come back to me.."He murmured to her ear before he took a step back and then another. The door was flung open, his chest squeezing painfully as he went to warn the Lilies and see something down about the home.*
Jean-Claude: Out, out in the day back into the sun he moved and he could not help but think ill of the man. However, why would he trust the one other who loved this woman with every fiber in his being. The warmth of the day had been a blessing, as he knew very well this would not kill her..but remaining there would. So many would turn and gasp at the sight, but Jean-Claude was quick to brush them off. No time no time no time, his heart beat against his chest. He did not feel the weight of her, but the weight he had to carry her. Jean-Claude felt more the weight of her words, and felt his chest burn with the ache to soothe back her words. I was never very far. He could hear his words, as the rush of emotion swelled. I was never very far, ma petit..The iron doors of the waterways swung open, and the cry of the walk ways could relate to his own. So many people were drowned upon the build and their ghosts remained. At night he heard the moans of their souls begging for release and it went along with his own. "I have been here..My Love, I have not been far." Once the cold stone was lost the deep rich carpet of his lab came with a welcome warmth. Shaden would have loved this, he was certain for she could escape just as he did each time the heavy door closed behind. This was complete and total solitude for not a single sound traveled down from the world above. Only the wind and the ocean would make their voices heard, but padding from her bedding the first cured Winter Wolf came quickly to her master's side. Placed inside the bed of silk, satin, and velvet he placed her. How many times had he imagined her being there..only to wish her now to not even know of this place. (d
Shaden: "I thought you had forgotten me " she whispered, before a set of racking coughs claimed her again.. fragile lids closing like the curtains of an opera once the lights had been guttered, dark lashed fanned across cheeks now so pale save for two bright splotches of red that burned with fever... settled into his bed.. she moaned piteously... not that he would have wished to hear, no lovers sighs , no moans of pleasure, that of impending death and doom... she shuddered weakly... falling limply against the silken covers... moments taken before her strength was enough to open lids over dark circled eyes... " You brought me here to die... beneath the earth..." statement.. question... ramblings of a ravaged mind... " I never imagined it so.. beautiful..."(d)
Nicholas: The doors to the Lily burst with life as he strolled through the halls that now seemed so hollow and bare despite the prettiness they bared. The sitting room came to life with the noise of the door and he was suddenly surrounded by the woman all taking at once, a rambling mess inquiring of the Madame Aramoire, of what was to become of them and the Lily.
Ursula: A clap sounded behind the woman before words rang out to still their ringing words. "Give the man some room to breath, please, back to the sitting room...please.." Ursula voice rang in softness and in firmness of authority. Jayne which stood beside her, puffy eyed from crying reached a kiss against her cheek and a soft push to follow the women as she had been soothing her from tears. "Sir Stryker..." Chocolate hues swam from the ladies to the head Knight of the Lily and its occupants. How she envied him his strength to love a woman with two sides of life where she could not find the peace to do so inbetween her own secrets.
Nicholas: "Ursula.." He grumbled low as the front door was swept closed behind him. "Gather the ladies, burn the bedsheets.."
Ursula: "All of them my lord?" She asked quietly.
Nicholas: "All of them.."He answered just as quietly. "This is a precaution, so the infection does not dwell here. Buckets of water, soap, alcohol, whiskey is best, scrub everything down.." He moved with quick steps though his body was weak with loss of sleep and heartache.
Ursula: Skirts were swept back as she allowed him passage, a head dipped darkly. "It shall be done.." She turned for the sitting room then stopped to turn back to him at the stairs. "She will survive, she is to strong to die.." She spoke quietly still before disappearing into the sitting room.
Nicholas: Nicholas paused at the stairs, turning to look at the spot where she just stood before moving swiftly up the stairs.*
Jean-Claude: "No, Shaden.." He brushed back the curls damp from her hair as he returned to let himself come to rest upon the bedside. "You will not die here." He spoke softly then letting his hand raise that held the contents of a potion he had been working on now for almost his entire life. A tragic tale of desperate attempts to bring back the dead, to keep lives forever, and the ultimate reason he covered almost his entire body. It was not ready, and perhaps it never would be. However, he could not take that chance..no he would not let her go. Hand blown glass thin and light was placed against a sewing needle that had been hallowed out would be placed against the bend in her arm where the blood raced in it's vein. His hands were bare, cold and almost like stone as they touched at her skin, but when his lips came to fall against her temple he whispered, "Forgive me." Like a stake through her heart, the needle would pierce her skin and the contents of that little glass vial would drain. Shaden would become cold, colder then she had ever been, and her body would shiver for this he was certain as he called upon the wolf to come rest against her. "Guard her, keep her warm M'friend, for if it was not for this woman you would be dead." Somewhere along those lines that wolf knew this and would keep her guard well placed. "Dream sweet, My love..let us not forget the morning." Shaden would be up against the world now, and have him to thank if she even remembered it. (d