Post by Janice Olivia Monroe on Sept 20, 2010 9:58:27 GMT -6
We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us. The old skin has to be shed before the new one can come.
- Joseph Campbell
Part I
Janice deBrabant
Janice came home - or to the point - the places that home equated to. She had not despite all seen or heard in Spain really wished to embark on the boat. Now, having been back enough to get in the old tell-tale rhythm of the Scottish world still left her aching for the last traces of summer which were all but swallowed here. She'd stood out like a splash of color in a pale world when she returned to the white-washed inhabitants with her sun kissed skin. Even now her features were slow to relinquish the splash of bronze, the constant touch of rose flush on her cheeks. Did Spain leave her perpetually warm blooded? Bend around corners, gaze with a weathered eye and it was said she brought about a soft smile to those who only did so in warm seasons (or the warm afterglow of cold circumstances). With other duties to the elder done she looked at the one waiting duty. "This house," muttered petite mistress a half past four. So sad! Sunlight was beginning to slacken already. Such was the shame of the fall. Beautiful colors meant that the brightest light of all was dying. At least it was enough to bring fingers over the books in her study, look across the living space. What would be done with it all? "This house.." The store had already benefited from a thorough scrubbing, dusting, and ascertation. Was it evident she'd been living in her rooms at the Hall? Yes. What a comical sight she persented in the fading afternoon light as she took a stool across the room to stand on it with a rag attached to a stick in order to dust the rafters (d)
Julian Monroe
It was the dying embers that made September that of one to question. Why was it the days grew shorter as the world turned away from the sun. His heart raced as the day was done, and the old skeleton key turned to lock the Shop d'Ange where the chandelier still glittered in the dying light resurrected from the battle. Jean-Claude had put so much effort and time into this labor of love, but it was not until the return from Spain had Julian worked so hard upon it. The late season had kept him busy with the change in fabrics, and the cooler weather to come. Orders were placed until his mind was numb from measurements, and coins passing from one hand to the next. He did not sew, nor did he have much to do in way of design, but he kept the place upon its feet; grounded like the great roots of an old oak. In the passing week he had not been able to call upon Janice, or even see her at dinners with the court. Even in the market there had not been much time to even wave, and often he would miss her even being there. It was on this eve his mind was made up. Passing through the streets the rather tall thin man didn't much stand out by way of looks, but simply upon the manner of how he presented himself. He did not have Jean-Claude's elaborate style, nor the careless nature of so many other Scotsman, but somewhere in between Monroe remained in tones the color of earth and old pages. A brown tweed vest over a tucked in ivory, with a deep chestnut brown slack made him look the part of any English gentleman of times far too distant from now. Julian stood there upon her door, listening for any sign of life before he smiled hearing that careful sound of her every working fingers, and he would knock softly. (d
Janice deBrabant
"These rafters are a sin, but they will be remedied. Ah-ha! Oh goodness what is this? Hmm.." The banter within was a play of comedic errors as one foul swoop of cloth uncovered what seemed too many weeks of neglect! All of the furniture was uncovered from beneath the sheets, the pile of linen folded on a side table. A merry fire was going to a roar just as the door was knocked upon. "Hmm, coming, one moment please!" Everyone had a place in the world and the world relied on them to keep it. When the doors of the bookstore opened patrons who had long not understood its dark countenance poured in like rain on a parched land. "Are you well lady? How goes things, where have you been? I have asked every scholar yet none seems as adept as you, my Virgil? the Illiad?" She sold many and took commisions for many more, promising to open the stacked crates in the back room to take out what was more than likely already finished. Others sought for opinion, and some just to read. If not here than the tasks of the Order were waiting. She'd taken more than necessary time to oversee the affairs of the Master Laurence until the woman actually smiled, smiled at her, paying her thanks but dismissing her worried the girl's eyes would cross. So what did she do with the time? Arrange something else. Before answering the door she dipped her hands in a washbowl, smoothed her sleeve cuffs, brushed the dirt away before floating to the door. As she opened it her smile was already increasing in magnification. Gray was not an unorthodox color on Janice, yet it'd been some time since people had seen her in long sleeves or the higher neck. It was one of her older dresses. "Julian! Oh, come in, please come in! " (d)
Julian Monroe
It was hard for him not to smile, to laugh with her--looking at her. "Is it a bad time?" He asked in his soft spoken manner looking about the room for the first time. He had not known her life inside these walls, nor had he had any desire to know until as of late. When the door shut behind him he smiled, a smile only for her. He did not know what to help her with first, and laughed lightly. "Perhaps I should send for dinner here. I was going to ask you out." Turning to face her he could not help but want to reach out to her, and brush his fingers over her face. It was dark inside the house now was it not? No one would see if he tasted of her lips, yet he refrained.What was he still so nervous about? It was sin to touch a woman's hair was it not, but he couldn't help by brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Your Master would be ashamed to hear you call me by my Christian name, Mistress Monroe." His eyes met hers as his hand fell away, cherishing the way she looked at him, but shook quickly from the feeling as he turned away from her as if startled from his stance, "Where do I start?" (d
Janice deBrabant
If she had no manners, she would have pulled him in. A week was seven days - seven days that told of innumerable hours her concentration would lapse back to the boat where in quarters closed he held her. Now the comic awkwardness of a courtship gone backward was Scotland where Lerida had been confidence abounding. God, they were terribly strange. She giggled softly as he tucked a piece of hair away, one of two loose strands from the bun held in place by a bright yellow ribbon. "You are so sweet..whatever your pleasure. I would have to make ready if we went out..I am not suited." She turned her face to look at her gray hem with a chortle. "I think the Master would actually change her expression in broad daylight to hear you call me Mistress Monroe." Touche. "Well you can draw that shutter..then look at it for me I think it needs fixing? I was dusting the rafters." Dusting what? It was amazing she could reach the shelves of any library with the assistance of steps or ladders. Rafters? "Master Laurence needed help, the store needed catching up, so I have not yet been back here until now. I am so sorry it is so disgraceful." The sheets had kept the dust off of many things. Disgraceful. Poor thing. That is what happened when you cleaned for nuns. "I wanted to have it immaculate for your first visit." She turned to go to said rafter but not before she went over to pay a gentle kiss to his cheek. "I've missed you, Master Monroe." (d)
Julian Monroe
"Mmm perhaps she would." His hands came to find his pockets as he looked about the room, feeling the hit of jealousy..or was it simply disappointment to know he had not been the only husband she had brought home, but was it really necessary? Julian let his attention fall upon the task she had given him, as it was always a comfort to know she needed him for something. "I'm sorry I have not been around. It has been a busy week. I have started my days with Master Laurence." He spoke with a raise of his brows and a small smile. "It..has been enlightening." He laughed lightly, a small little half snort as he turned to face her once more. "Must I remind you I grew up in a one room home, with a thatch roof and dirt floor? You are aware this is a palace compared." Spoken in his dry manner though to Janice, by now she should know it was simply how he was. In all the well meaning habits, Julian could have made anyone else feel as cold as the winter breeze. "Will you give me a grand tour? And not flush so much at how horridly dirty it is." Sarcasm there and nothing more. (d
Janice deBrabant
"You're forgiven, it has been going here and there, doing this and that. Master Laurence looked quite forward to it!" So much so she'd glued him to his seat. Janice turned from over her shoulder as she pushed the rag-stick back and forth over the area to be cleaned. "I hope you aren't baiting her." She grinned with an air of a challenge, a light in her eyes. Of course he was. It was his nature. She brought the thing down to change the cloth, putting the used one in a collection of soiled ones in a whicker basket to later be cleaned. "You needn't remind me. A tour you shall get, and if itsa palace than I'm a picky palace person. I still wanted it to be perfect." Tit for tat. If the Masters could see this they would need to sit down, have wine, a discourse over the actual civility the girl brought out in him and how he seemed to stomach her company. "Well, this is the inner parlor," She opened her arms twirling about, "It hasn't the window brightness the front does but that is well in good. Up that door yon is one of the side ways up the steps. There is a front way and the way Mistress Lynch insisted oncalling the servants way but." She used either with interchange. " The door you came in, here settles the little foyer, with this wide open front space for meals, and adjacent that is the kitchen. I have never encountered a cottage with more than one hearth space, the kitchen warms it very well..but the Master told me originally it was a simple place until the addition of the back areas and upper level.." She smiled, gently rugging on his arm so he could come out and see it..." It is..far more than I can imagine. The family cottage in France seems humble by comparison to me.." She edged one of the sheet piles to perfect with the side of her slipper before edging him to see the table with bench seats on all four sides, the kitchen just beside it. It was rather large for one person, it was no wonder she felt lonely in it. Even if her rooms in the hall could fit this house with interest..that seemed smaller for all the people there. It wasn't badly decorated at all! In fact he could see where she was just starting to have some of the walls covered in a damask patterned lighter fabric, or art that had to be re-hung as it was to be cleaned. The still unlit candle places on the wall had glass to cover them, and they could go upstairs by the man staircase just between the front of the house and the back parlor. Once on the stairs she'd pointed to the one room downstairs she'd missed, "My study. Every where I go there is one, I swear. Letters indeed. I keep owl hours sometimes.." (d)
Julian Monroe
There was something magical about it, and for him to think of such it was amazing to even realize how far that thought was for him. "Janice.." Spoken in a soft manner, quiet as he had little to think of on such times as this but how wonderful it felt to be near all the things that were her. Marius had lived here, that was known, or at least he had slept here. He had made love to her here, but there was something Alpha in him that pushed that thought with..And so will I. Eventually. If he could keep from blushing everytime she touched him. "Jean-Claude had ordered you carpets for your wedding present. They are still rolled in the attic, but I'm not so certain they are your style." He laughed at how she pulled him, moving from room to room. "It is lovely, but..it seems to be missing something." He looked over her study while his heart turned wildly in his chest thinking of all the nights to spend here with her. He loved it because it was her own, and even before her life with her ex she had been here. He knew this much. "It is a lot nicer then the outside lets on." He admitted freely, pressing his shoulder against the door frame to look in upon her study realizing what it was missing was the time for her to be in it without serving another. Did she spend her lazy Sundays here after church? He hardly every saw her in their growing days. "You are missing Lady's maids." He turned into the door to look down the hall to appear for the world as if he had admitted she was in fact a Queen. Though he moved from his words with a race of his fingers to brush back his hair, "You are hungry?" No that wasn't how that went , "Would you like me to stay?" Idiot! With a heavy push of air he forced himself to pull together, "I've missed you Janice Olivia, and I don't want to be parted tonight." (d
Janice deBrabant
The life that was led here lurked in the shadows thrown out on the floor to live under tables and chairs. It was in the frozen art scenes or the sound of the one creaking floorboard on the stairs. Time made such a blur here. He was right, there was so much business to attend her pleasures fell last in line but if he noticed in the study, a little book with ribbon by a candle lay in wait. Or the colored ink of a particular translation she died to do. A hope with fabric and waiting needle. She did needlepoint? Fascinating. A very lady like task in an otherwise twisted world were logic was loved above all else. Well, that wasn't true. It wasn't loved above a person. It couldn't be loved above him."Master Jean's style is very..umm.." she was at a lack of a word other than, "flamboyant. Gorgeous but very flamboyant." Chimes rang out when she opened her mouth before she hid them behind upturned polite hand, her shoulders shivering with the expression. "I have a fondness for the oriental woven ones over furs sometimes. They are so pretty" Would he try to pattern her house in a huge, red, gilded thing? As they walked along she showed him the upper hallway, opening one of the four rooms up there. Three bed spaces, one a store room of sorts. "What do you think it is missing -....lady's maids? Mm true. I haven't found any such yet..in truth I haven't looked. I refuse to let the Masters be bothered over the matter..no matter how much they move they must still be recovering from England. My God, who heals that quickly? It is no wonder the noviates have this silly belief they are immortal." Subject turning to personal. Personal making cheeks pink as she leaned in the wall, twirling finger around loose piece of golden tresses. "I am famished, and I don't want you to go either Julian Monroe. A week is a long time for a wife not to dote on her husband. I kept hoping for a sight of you.." She stepped over, once..twice. (d)
Julian Monroe
"They are oriental. He only ever does business it seems with them. He adores the silk..like the sheets I sleep on..Red..silk..flamboyant." He laughed agreeing with her, and the sort of sound fell from him that caused his eyes to water a bit it was so merry. Did hell freeze? "But these are blue with small gold designs really they are not so bad. You simply wounded his pride when you did not include him. I have a feeling if he ever finds out about us, we'll never see him again." Though he weighed his hands back and forth, "Perhaps once to pressure you into giving birth so that he could smother the child in lace. I was far too old to let him." Look at that..was that an open admittance spoken without thought, but of the natural order a mind would go in? Julian occupied Jean-Claude's old apartments, the third floor of the shop had she ever been? As they walked down the hall he slowly took her hand, fingers first to lace them as if it were a sin to do so, but it felt so right. However, it was by the end did he speak of perhaps ordering in, Rose was getting a great business this way, but as his words got quieter Julian bent to kiss her lips gently at first. He kissed her like it was some secret that couldn't be told, or one he simply wasn't willing to admit to anyone else just yet for he wished to keep her just as she was. (d
Janice deBrabant
"Blue doesn't sound bad at all, In fact I'm amazed he got blue. He still thinks my sense of color horribly plain. He wanted to give me red curtains once, yet he had such a horrible time imagining me in a red dress. I'm relieved. I was really afraid they'd be red or..or royal purple." Watching him laugh was like watching any beautiful sight in the world; a secret thing rare, few priveleged ever saw. She was his wife, thus the privelege. She squeezed at his hand before touching his jawline with a few straying fingers. "Mm, we'll have to tell them eventually, won't we? Master Laurence might be driven to drink two glasses infront of us. Then they will probably insist we get married in the church, just for the benefit, no matter what. That is after they try to understand it.." She whispered an impression of claramae, "Can you fathom, de Aqutaine? They loathe one another, it..is against the law of the universe. Fiddle." For the master never swore. (Or didn't that any admitted) The natural order of things was a fine thing to think on. "The baby would be drowned in lace, we'd never see it again. They'd end up baptizing just the collar it was wearing." She recieved his kiss with a soft sigh. Aye, Rose would get good business from these too, who'd know doubt blush playing with one another's feet at supper. She embraced him as they kissed, "I missed you so much." It was the world's greatest secret; the two apprentices of the two masters in wedded matrimony. They would have rejoiced if they'd planned it themselves but to be denied of two weddings by viscreed and one by monroe, let alone monroe's lack of virgnity...or him..merely...desiring her that way. Good heavens. The axis was going to tip. "Look, come here.." She pulled him along, stopping only to kiss him again like an impuslive, silly girl who wondered if they would be seen behind the hedge. She opened the door to the room that had the wide wooden ceiling, bed, and such . "This has the largest expanse...for..for your glass." (d)
- Joseph Campbell
Part I
Janice deBrabant
Janice came home - or to the point - the places that home equated to. She had not despite all seen or heard in Spain really wished to embark on the boat. Now, having been back enough to get in the old tell-tale rhythm of the Scottish world still left her aching for the last traces of summer which were all but swallowed here. She'd stood out like a splash of color in a pale world when she returned to the white-washed inhabitants with her sun kissed skin. Even now her features were slow to relinquish the splash of bronze, the constant touch of rose flush on her cheeks. Did Spain leave her perpetually warm blooded? Bend around corners, gaze with a weathered eye and it was said she brought about a soft smile to those who only did so in warm seasons (or the warm afterglow of cold circumstances). With other duties to the elder done she looked at the one waiting duty. "This house," muttered petite mistress a half past four. So sad! Sunlight was beginning to slacken already. Such was the shame of the fall. Beautiful colors meant that the brightest light of all was dying. At least it was enough to bring fingers over the books in her study, look across the living space. What would be done with it all? "This house.." The store had already benefited from a thorough scrubbing, dusting, and ascertation. Was it evident she'd been living in her rooms at the Hall? Yes. What a comical sight she persented in the fading afternoon light as she took a stool across the room to stand on it with a rag attached to a stick in order to dust the rafters (d)
Julian Monroe
It was the dying embers that made September that of one to question. Why was it the days grew shorter as the world turned away from the sun. His heart raced as the day was done, and the old skeleton key turned to lock the Shop d'Ange where the chandelier still glittered in the dying light resurrected from the battle. Jean-Claude had put so much effort and time into this labor of love, but it was not until the return from Spain had Julian worked so hard upon it. The late season had kept him busy with the change in fabrics, and the cooler weather to come. Orders were placed until his mind was numb from measurements, and coins passing from one hand to the next. He did not sew, nor did he have much to do in way of design, but he kept the place upon its feet; grounded like the great roots of an old oak. In the passing week he had not been able to call upon Janice, or even see her at dinners with the court. Even in the market there had not been much time to even wave, and often he would miss her even being there. It was on this eve his mind was made up. Passing through the streets the rather tall thin man didn't much stand out by way of looks, but simply upon the manner of how he presented himself. He did not have Jean-Claude's elaborate style, nor the careless nature of so many other Scotsman, but somewhere in between Monroe remained in tones the color of earth and old pages. A brown tweed vest over a tucked in ivory, with a deep chestnut brown slack made him look the part of any English gentleman of times far too distant from now. Julian stood there upon her door, listening for any sign of life before he smiled hearing that careful sound of her every working fingers, and he would knock softly. (d
Janice deBrabant
"These rafters are a sin, but they will be remedied. Ah-ha! Oh goodness what is this? Hmm.." The banter within was a play of comedic errors as one foul swoop of cloth uncovered what seemed too many weeks of neglect! All of the furniture was uncovered from beneath the sheets, the pile of linen folded on a side table. A merry fire was going to a roar just as the door was knocked upon. "Hmm, coming, one moment please!" Everyone had a place in the world and the world relied on them to keep it. When the doors of the bookstore opened patrons who had long not understood its dark countenance poured in like rain on a parched land. "Are you well lady? How goes things, where have you been? I have asked every scholar yet none seems as adept as you, my Virgil? the Illiad?" She sold many and took commisions for many more, promising to open the stacked crates in the back room to take out what was more than likely already finished. Others sought for opinion, and some just to read. If not here than the tasks of the Order were waiting. She'd taken more than necessary time to oversee the affairs of the Master Laurence until the woman actually smiled, smiled at her, paying her thanks but dismissing her worried the girl's eyes would cross. So what did she do with the time? Arrange something else. Before answering the door she dipped her hands in a washbowl, smoothed her sleeve cuffs, brushed the dirt away before floating to the door. As she opened it her smile was already increasing in magnification. Gray was not an unorthodox color on Janice, yet it'd been some time since people had seen her in long sleeves or the higher neck. It was one of her older dresses. "Julian! Oh, come in, please come in! " (d)
Julian Monroe
It was hard for him not to smile, to laugh with her--looking at her. "Is it a bad time?" He asked in his soft spoken manner looking about the room for the first time. He had not known her life inside these walls, nor had he had any desire to know until as of late. When the door shut behind him he smiled, a smile only for her. He did not know what to help her with first, and laughed lightly. "Perhaps I should send for dinner here. I was going to ask you out." Turning to face her he could not help but want to reach out to her, and brush his fingers over her face. It was dark inside the house now was it not? No one would see if he tasted of her lips, yet he refrained.What was he still so nervous about? It was sin to touch a woman's hair was it not, but he couldn't help by brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Your Master would be ashamed to hear you call me by my Christian name, Mistress Monroe." His eyes met hers as his hand fell away, cherishing the way she looked at him, but shook quickly from the feeling as he turned away from her as if startled from his stance, "Where do I start?" (d
Janice deBrabant
If she had no manners, she would have pulled him in. A week was seven days - seven days that told of innumerable hours her concentration would lapse back to the boat where in quarters closed he held her. Now the comic awkwardness of a courtship gone backward was Scotland where Lerida had been confidence abounding. God, they were terribly strange. She giggled softly as he tucked a piece of hair away, one of two loose strands from the bun held in place by a bright yellow ribbon. "You are so sweet..whatever your pleasure. I would have to make ready if we went out..I am not suited." She turned her face to look at her gray hem with a chortle. "I think the Master would actually change her expression in broad daylight to hear you call me Mistress Monroe." Touche. "Well you can draw that shutter..then look at it for me I think it needs fixing? I was dusting the rafters." Dusting what? It was amazing she could reach the shelves of any library with the assistance of steps or ladders. Rafters? "Master Laurence needed help, the store needed catching up, so I have not yet been back here until now. I am so sorry it is so disgraceful." The sheets had kept the dust off of many things. Disgraceful. Poor thing. That is what happened when you cleaned for nuns. "I wanted to have it immaculate for your first visit." She turned to go to said rafter but not before she went over to pay a gentle kiss to his cheek. "I've missed you, Master Monroe." (d)
Julian Monroe
"Mmm perhaps she would." His hands came to find his pockets as he looked about the room, feeling the hit of jealousy..or was it simply disappointment to know he had not been the only husband she had brought home, but was it really necessary? Julian let his attention fall upon the task she had given him, as it was always a comfort to know she needed him for something. "I'm sorry I have not been around. It has been a busy week. I have started my days with Master Laurence." He spoke with a raise of his brows and a small smile. "It..has been enlightening." He laughed lightly, a small little half snort as he turned to face her once more. "Must I remind you I grew up in a one room home, with a thatch roof and dirt floor? You are aware this is a palace compared." Spoken in his dry manner though to Janice, by now she should know it was simply how he was. In all the well meaning habits, Julian could have made anyone else feel as cold as the winter breeze. "Will you give me a grand tour? And not flush so much at how horridly dirty it is." Sarcasm there and nothing more. (d
Janice deBrabant
"You're forgiven, it has been going here and there, doing this and that. Master Laurence looked quite forward to it!" So much so she'd glued him to his seat. Janice turned from over her shoulder as she pushed the rag-stick back and forth over the area to be cleaned. "I hope you aren't baiting her." She grinned with an air of a challenge, a light in her eyes. Of course he was. It was his nature. She brought the thing down to change the cloth, putting the used one in a collection of soiled ones in a whicker basket to later be cleaned. "You needn't remind me. A tour you shall get, and if itsa palace than I'm a picky palace person. I still wanted it to be perfect." Tit for tat. If the Masters could see this they would need to sit down, have wine, a discourse over the actual civility the girl brought out in him and how he seemed to stomach her company. "Well, this is the inner parlor," She opened her arms twirling about, "It hasn't the window brightness the front does but that is well in good. Up that door yon is one of the side ways up the steps. There is a front way and the way Mistress Lynch insisted oncalling the servants way but." She used either with interchange. " The door you came in, here settles the little foyer, with this wide open front space for meals, and adjacent that is the kitchen. I have never encountered a cottage with more than one hearth space, the kitchen warms it very well..but the Master told me originally it was a simple place until the addition of the back areas and upper level.." She smiled, gently rugging on his arm so he could come out and see it..." It is..far more than I can imagine. The family cottage in France seems humble by comparison to me.." She edged one of the sheet piles to perfect with the side of her slipper before edging him to see the table with bench seats on all four sides, the kitchen just beside it. It was rather large for one person, it was no wonder she felt lonely in it. Even if her rooms in the hall could fit this house with interest..that seemed smaller for all the people there. It wasn't badly decorated at all! In fact he could see where she was just starting to have some of the walls covered in a damask patterned lighter fabric, or art that had to be re-hung as it was to be cleaned. The still unlit candle places on the wall had glass to cover them, and they could go upstairs by the man staircase just between the front of the house and the back parlor. Once on the stairs she'd pointed to the one room downstairs she'd missed, "My study. Every where I go there is one, I swear. Letters indeed. I keep owl hours sometimes.." (d)
Julian Monroe
There was something magical about it, and for him to think of such it was amazing to even realize how far that thought was for him. "Janice.." Spoken in a soft manner, quiet as he had little to think of on such times as this but how wonderful it felt to be near all the things that were her. Marius had lived here, that was known, or at least he had slept here. He had made love to her here, but there was something Alpha in him that pushed that thought with..And so will I. Eventually. If he could keep from blushing everytime she touched him. "Jean-Claude had ordered you carpets for your wedding present. They are still rolled in the attic, but I'm not so certain they are your style." He laughed at how she pulled him, moving from room to room. "It is lovely, but..it seems to be missing something." He looked over her study while his heart turned wildly in his chest thinking of all the nights to spend here with her. He loved it because it was her own, and even before her life with her ex she had been here. He knew this much. "It is a lot nicer then the outside lets on." He admitted freely, pressing his shoulder against the door frame to look in upon her study realizing what it was missing was the time for her to be in it without serving another. Did she spend her lazy Sundays here after church? He hardly every saw her in their growing days. "You are missing Lady's maids." He turned into the door to look down the hall to appear for the world as if he had admitted she was in fact a Queen. Though he moved from his words with a race of his fingers to brush back his hair, "You are hungry?" No that wasn't how that went , "Would you like me to stay?" Idiot! With a heavy push of air he forced himself to pull together, "I've missed you Janice Olivia, and I don't want to be parted tonight." (d
Janice deBrabant
The life that was led here lurked in the shadows thrown out on the floor to live under tables and chairs. It was in the frozen art scenes or the sound of the one creaking floorboard on the stairs. Time made such a blur here. He was right, there was so much business to attend her pleasures fell last in line but if he noticed in the study, a little book with ribbon by a candle lay in wait. Or the colored ink of a particular translation she died to do. A hope with fabric and waiting needle. She did needlepoint? Fascinating. A very lady like task in an otherwise twisted world were logic was loved above all else. Well, that wasn't true. It wasn't loved above a person. It couldn't be loved above him."Master Jean's style is very..umm.." she was at a lack of a word other than, "flamboyant. Gorgeous but very flamboyant." Chimes rang out when she opened her mouth before she hid them behind upturned polite hand, her shoulders shivering with the expression. "I have a fondness for the oriental woven ones over furs sometimes. They are so pretty" Would he try to pattern her house in a huge, red, gilded thing? As they walked along she showed him the upper hallway, opening one of the four rooms up there. Three bed spaces, one a store room of sorts. "What do you think it is missing -....lady's maids? Mm true. I haven't found any such yet..in truth I haven't looked. I refuse to let the Masters be bothered over the matter..no matter how much they move they must still be recovering from England. My God, who heals that quickly? It is no wonder the noviates have this silly belief they are immortal." Subject turning to personal. Personal making cheeks pink as she leaned in the wall, twirling finger around loose piece of golden tresses. "I am famished, and I don't want you to go either Julian Monroe. A week is a long time for a wife not to dote on her husband. I kept hoping for a sight of you.." She stepped over, once..twice. (d)
Julian Monroe
"They are oriental. He only ever does business it seems with them. He adores the silk..like the sheets I sleep on..Red..silk..flamboyant." He laughed agreeing with her, and the sort of sound fell from him that caused his eyes to water a bit it was so merry. Did hell freeze? "But these are blue with small gold designs really they are not so bad. You simply wounded his pride when you did not include him. I have a feeling if he ever finds out about us, we'll never see him again." Though he weighed his hands back and forth, "Perhaps once to pressure you into giving birth so that he could smother the child in lace. I was far too old to let him." Look at that..was that an open admittance spoken without thought, but of the natural order a mind would go in? Julian occupied Jean-Claude's old apartments, the third floor of the shop had she ever been? As they walked down the hall he slowly took her hand, fingers first to lace them as if it were a sin to do so, but it felt so right. However, it was by the end did he speak of perhaps ordering in, Rose was getting a great business this way, but as his words got quieter Julian bent to kiss her lips gently at first. He kissed her like it was some secret that couldn't be told, or one he simply wasn't willing to admit to anyone else just yet for he wished to keep her just as she was. (d
Janice deBrabant
"Blue doesn't sound bad at all, In fact I'm amazed he got blue. He still thinks my sense of color horribly plain. He wanted to give me red curtains once, yet he had such a horrible time imagining me in a red dress. I'm relieved. I was really afraid they'd be red or..or royal purple." Watching him laugh was like watching any beautiful sight in the world; a secret thing rare, few priveleged ever saw. She was his wife, thus the privelege. She squeezed at his hand before touching his jawline with a few straying fingers. "Mm, we'll have to tell them eventually, won't we? Master Laurence might be driven to drink two glasses infront of us. Then they will probably insist we get married in the church, just for the benefit, no matter what. That is after they try to understand it.." She whispered an impression of claramae, "Can you fathom, de Aqutaine? They loathe one another, it..is against the law of the universe. Fiddle." For the master never swore. (Or didn't that any admitted) The natural order of things was a fine thing to think on. "The baby would be drowned in lace, we'd never see it again. They'd end up baptizing just the collar it was wearing." She recieved his kiss with a soft sigh. Aye, Rose would get good business from these too, who'd know doubt blush playing with one another's feet at supper. She embraced him as they kissed, "I missed you so much." It was the world's greatest secret; the two apprentices of the two masters in wedded matrimony. They would have rejoiced if they'd planned it themselves but to be denied of two weddings by viscreed and one by monroe, let alone monroe's lack of virgnity...or him..merely...desiring her that way. Good heavens. The axis was going to tip. "Look, come here.." She pulled him along, stopping only to kiss him again like an impuslive, silly girl who wondered if they would be seen behind the hedge. She opened the door to the room that had the wide wooden ceiling, bed, and such . "This has the largest expanse...for..for your glass." (d)