Post by Janice Olivia Monroe on Sept 20, 2010 23:38:04 GMT -6
“Secrets are made to be found out with time.”
- Charles Sanford -
***
note: for Janice, logs containing Viscreed= order/personal affiliations, deBrabant=civic affiliation
Lady Janice Viscreed
Gentle went the day from the golden haze of a burst of Summer's last dazzle down toward a night of the same. Scottish weather's unpredictable nature was encased in a sweet heat as the ambient fog decorating the sun made a pale ring of white around the moon. God pulled apart the clouds over Scotland just to look at the constellations there; what did it mean to his Gaelic children to notice Orion? Did anyone take note of the warnings or fortune blessings from the Zodiac? Chin turned on up-tilt so eyes could drink in the galaxy before heading further on the earth to her own point of origin. Janice orbited through the masters as if they were planets, drifting by each one. At times they touched, at others sailing by on star-ships on the constant path of the unknown. Naked fingers had put the glove away in the inner lining of a cloak better for the summer than the fall, but why not bring it out one last time? What other such a gauzmer confection have other than veiling woman gentle? One would have thought she had journeyed from one end of the city towards the other instead of from her own home back toward the center of the universe. She arrived just at the base of the tower to begin her upward ascent before the lamps would be all the light their was. Whisps of the dark already reach out to kiss the hems of the mauve colored dress, to tie itself like a ribbon at the apex of the high waist or play around the wings of the sparrow hung now on a ribbon to match her dress. (d)
Master Jean-Claude deAquitaine
They had seen the galaxy open and close somewhere between heaven and hell, and it was fitting the manner in which she thought of her Masters for what was the planets without the stars? One by one they fell from the sky, and though in all his life he had never thought to see the end Jean-Claude imagined what it would be never see the sun again. For years he had lived below deck, down where hardly any light lived, but even then he had known the night. The world beneath the city had been an escape from the sea, but still he longed for the world out from the secrecy. Jean-Claude, was born again over and over until finally he was part of the world he wished. His father a French Lord, there were certain privileges that were afforded to him at an early age, and through the mirror he saw them now. Mouse came as fast as her feet could, up the stairs that spiraled towards the night where his laughter seemed mechanic, and it was then only did she fear of him. Behind the door madness worked long through the evening, but when she pushed back the door Jean-Claude would turn matte navy eyes upon the little woman who in fact held his dinner coat. "Merde. Am I that late?" With a rush he ran fingers through his hair as the deep crimson of his coat trimmed in gold soon went over his waistcoat. Jean-Claude would meet the Angel half way descending down from the darkness like some god among mortals, and sometimes in his arrogance he questioned what it was that kept him alive other then immortality. "Mon Ange..Merci, it is a pleasure to have your company." Extending his hand he would offer her knuckles a brush of his lips before tucking the petite hand within his arm. (d
Lady Janice Viscreed
In a mythical tower where planets spun, stars shone through and lives burst in to riots at command would be where she would find her escort for the evening. Nothing was without a story. Hushed voices told of an Angel making the journey back to heaven to lend her light once more the center of the sun. A victorious tale, for the angel had a celebrated birth only to fall from grace by man's designs, to be locked away behind stone walls with only wonderings of what it was like to be cosmic. Janice made no sound ascending each stair. Like the lamps on the walls, she shone too. Be it the patterns on dress hem or the garnets in her ears throwing back the light. "Master Jean-Claude, I am happy to give it. Always." One lesson the immortal paid the young one long ago was more than in sumptious fabric or the way to enter a room. It was through his belief that simple could be made more, that her place was better than the one even she'd created for herself. In his company she had learned what it was to want something, to strive for it. To appreciate the aesthetic. "Thank you for asking me to come." Forever dipped in anything but wickedness, it seemed this woman would thank her villians for besetting her. In prayer she actually did, for it made her stronger. (d)
Master Jean-Claude deAquitaine
Always did he feel her warmth, owning a softness for her in the blackness of heart seemed the truth and all the more reason why he loved her dearly, but on this night he could not think of any other reason then that of the fortress of their friendship--the offer to which he would make her. "Mmm, forgive me for not doing it sooner. Things have been very busy, and Adelaide plans our wedding. I am simply at a loss as to what she is up to, but thrilled to let her lead the way to the rest of our lives no?" He smiled warmly though there was a heavy part of his heart that worried greatly of what was to come when they stepped into the church, and often he thought of her wedding gown being made of weeds...Sighing from his thoughts he would snap back to realityas they made their way through the streets of Bryant Row to the dining hall that was of higher standards then the rest. It was upon the last time he had been bargaining with the devil upon the matter of the Italian Princess, that he was here--fitting he was about to extend a hand to Janice all the same. They were seated along the rows, though at a table a bit more secluded part of the well lit room Jean-Claude laughed at the greeting other courtiers gave him with welcome smiles, and open invitations for dinner he would however, decline. Tonight was the night for talk of the future, not stories of old. Though.."So tell me of my Darling Julian, how much of his stories are true hmm?" Julian had given credit to Janice nearly every step of the journey but he was quick to keep himself in the picture simply wishing for Jean to be proud. (d
Lady Janice Viscreed
Throw it down in a dark pit, cover it with dirt and still the inner light of Viscreed would shine on. Either the girl was truly that good natured or simply annoying; among courtiers it was a point of contention often fading to a begrudged admiration of her state of being or appreciation for her radiant poise. "Finally! I thought to never see you two get married, that will be thrilling. The last time anyone married in a grand display was when Master Laurence married her husband, though she classified that as small" The amount of money put on the woman's wedding attire was only 'modest' if funds fell from trees. "What has Mistress Adelaide come up with? Will you dance down the aisle with her, undance as she calls it?" Picture formed of the woman conducting her classes down the aisle of the cathedral, bidding the guests to join. Was it so far fetched? Conversation along the way to the dining hall where the best went to be seen or hoped to be notice, such was life in the Row. Some tried to vye for matches, others for agreeances, others for a chance at the famed High-Street-at Chapel were the finest places existed! (Or so if you dreamed it that way). Talk of the future came from recent tellings as he asked the first question."He is amazing, and he should be seen as such. It is hard for people to do because he is rather..prickly." About as welcoming as an angry porcupine. "But truly, Master. His mind unraveled things no other man could, or few, in many years of civilization." So one would sing the others praises? So it appeared. "I do think he is far too hard on himself at times, and his harshness on others really is no comparison to what he thinks of himself. He was a credit to your instruction in every way, and if you can believe it quite the famed gentlemen in Spain. He was sociable, pleasing. Cold, but not unmannered. He was himself. We managed to even enjoy ourselves quite well at times." Then it was time to accept wine, no? She was too loquacious. (d)
Master Jean-Claude deAqutaine
Jean-Claude looked at her in horror, raising from the small little paper that held the nights dinner as if he had seen a ghost. "We are having it in a church, Ma Ange..you do not dance like that..if you even call that dancing in the house of the Lord, they shall start to think her possessed and call the exorcist." He went back down over the list of wines, and shook his head, "My mother would die." It was the truth, all the way in Aquitaine his Queen-like mother would turn upon her cushioned chairs until her body was cold if she even looked at Ada much less watched them.....convulse together down the aisle. "She will not let me in on the planning, and this is the reason I do not sleep at night." Raising his eyes once more to catch her own, perhapsthere was a bit of pleading.."What would I have to pay you to find out for me hmm?" He laughed lightly ordering their wine as well the evening menu. It was a gentleman's world no? When she started in on Julian his heart swelled so much that he had to put his hand against his chest to still it. "I worried so much. I was so afraid he would not listen to you, or leave you behind. It nearly broke me to let you both go." Leaning then he listened further, pride very clear across his face as the only other he loved as much as he loved Janice did him proud by way of her words, "And then he brings home this woman?" Jean-Claude smiled deeply then, "I expect a wedding yes? His letters were simply smitten with her." It was not proper dinner conversation, but he could not help it. The thought of grandchildren thrilled him. "Did you notice?" (d
Lady Janice Viscreed
"True, but it is Mistress Ada. I am sure she will plan something suitable, elegant, and for both of your tastes. That you managed to get her to have it in church is something." The spector continued to taunt him with light laughter behind the supper menu. Truly he had pulled a marvel of the present age. Now if one could find Julian in regular Mass attendance it would qualify the the person whom initiated it for canonization. Just as she was narrowing down her choice of options for supper she lifted her own eyes over the rim as if to ask Why would you of all people have to pay me a single thing? The horror! That was more horrifying than Mistress Ada being married only as Eve was adorned in Eden. Lowering the menu she shook her head. "Master, no. You shouldn't have worried, if anything only worry that he is slower in Spanish. Languages improve though. He was very protective of me, and chivalrous. True, we argue as cats and birds are want to do but it doesn't change the fact that I see him as someone very dear to me. I do have a great love for him, you know. It would astound you both to have seen how good he was to me, and to others." He looked so proud of his son! Good, she thought, it was what she wanted for him. For deAquitaine to be proud, not doubtful. To be pleased, not burdened. The server came to accept their desires to make real. Oh it took everything she had to remain smiling as he talked of letters and a woman. Lerida -- he told Jean-Claude about Margot.. "Mistress Margot. He was very fascinated with her and went to great lengths to assist her. I am not certain if it would come to marriage..but he is of an age. " Underneath the fine dress he made for her, his own armor in a sense had cracks the warrioress felt that he inflicted, but he didn't know! She was reminded it was only supposed to be 'business' in that moment, that there was supposed to be talk of dowries, and studies and..all sorts of opulent things. Julian was his son. If she were less of a lady she would have revealed their secret - but it just wasn't hers to tell. It wouldn't even be valid unless he took the paper to church, which she'd left to be his choice. On top of that she could defame Margot but said ,"Mistress Margot is very pretty, and educated. A very jolly soul too. He needs happiness. Much happiness." Ever a credit to their names. If Monroe never turned in the paper, than no one would ever accuse him of bigomy, they had no witness to know.. - accept Margot in the afterglow of it.
Master Jean-Claude deAquitaine
There was a part of him that absolutely wanted to dance, his heart soured and there was enough of him left to keep it together, "I shall have to contact her father soon make arrangements. Julian does not simply follow any woman around. I knew it." He grinned as the dinner was placed before them, but would simply rest his head against his hand looking across the table to her, "Which brings me to what I wanted to speak to you about." Actually he and Claramae both had talked of the marriage of their apprentices, and though she had never given him permission he had actually taken it upon himself. "I have something to offer you." And there it was. Dinner and come and gone--the contract in his hands was enough as sealing the deal upon a life, "In France there is an Island called Pays de la Loire..and within this land is my Cousin, who recently lost his wife. He is a handsome man, and one who has sought out to find a wife, through me." Jean-Claude smiled, "A very wealthy man, who has a deep deep passion of books as you. His own personally library could rival even the one in London, Janice. In many of my lettersI have spoken about you, until he has simply insisted upon coming to spend the season with us." Quickly Jean-Claude rose his hands to counter her protest should it rise, "I am not asking you to marry him, but at least should this one fail I have right to kill him." It was a joke..a poor one, but a jest none the less. (d
Lady Janice Viscreed
O God, forgive me for what I do. Jesu take my soul in hand and fashion it in contrition to recieve your grace. "I am certain that Margot would make a fine wife for Julian.." He was right - be damned he was right! As much as she proported taking one's own independence how could she hurt any chances if she wasn't his final choice. How could she hurt Jean-Claude or Claramae? The smile as her shield remained as she looked tonight the pinacle of any young courtier. Had not she turned eyes when enterting this very room? Remove her from the attire of humility to anything beyond created extasy. She hated to be noticed. "Your cousin?" The plot thickened! She sipped delicate of the wine. Julian could learn a thing or two from this girl about that stoic face of his, how to keep it stoic. She kept hers cordial, polite, and endearing. Armageddon could be upon them and she'd remain that way. Once, perhaps an eecentric lord with a collection of books in France would have delighted her. "I would be delighted to meet your cousin, Master Jean-Claude, but you should find him a differing candidate for a wife. I would make him a poor wife because I have no desire to leave this place other than for such as book or a curio, and then come back. France -- haunts me." The truth seemed so cut by half, but this was no less true. "I could visit, easily and appreciate it for what it was..but everything I loved was taken from there it is still, blighted. Some things are not so easy to overcome, even for me. Also, let us say that I am such a daughter that would not wish to leave those like the parents she lost, nor her aunts and uncles either. I know my own turn of this affair went...poorly." Enough that it would hang over her head at a moment like this when the second match could dissolve, unknown. She loved Julian so much. Loved him with an open hand enough to leave her heart out there, shaking. How dutiful was the son to his father? She was so dutiful that it seemed like she would let herself go hollow for any of them. "But..not now. I truly wish to make things my own again. God willing, perhaps I will have someone to share them with one day." (d)
Master Jean-Claude deAquitaine
"Mmm no no." He touched her hand gently, "This is nothing of the sort about taking your freedom, Janice. I simply worry is all, you know this. I do not like you living alone. I am not asking that you marry him, I am simply asking that you entertain the idea. Humor me who knows..perhaps you will find something that you are looking for no?" He smiled at her, "He asks me to align him with women of vigor, women of mind, and one with a good heart. Forgive me, M'Ange..I know hardly any other. Perhaps, you would line me up a few hmm? I have a few others in mind, but I am looking forward to his visit. I have a good feeling about it, you will see. Really I am looking forward to the visit alone." He smiled releasing her hand, before brushing his thumb over hers, "So tell me more of this desire of yours to retake your life, where can I send you to find it? How came I help?" He loved her for everything that was before him, always would, and though she hurt him dearly with her most recent marriage.."Promise me that no matter what comes of the future, you will not let me miss your wedding." (d
Lady Janice Viscreed
"A few others? Monsieur you have given this much thought haven't you? You are far too kind and I am undeserving. I know at he age of twenty and one I should..be settled. But it was not to be -- perhaps fortune will smile kindly on me later. Master please, certainly I would gladly entertain any of your kin I just can not make you such a promise. To see me as you do." Her face flushed enough to look delicate.In reality it was born of shame. She couldn't hurt him - she couldn't hurt any of them so it would make her sacrifice herself over and over only to throw herself at their feet. "No one could be more honored, you are my most beloved Jean-Claude. You do not have to send me anywhere, heavens...focus on your son. I only just returned from Spain. I know some ladies within the court who are very spirited and properly lineage for such as your cousin." She was elevated because of her own odd merits, if not before that by that damn Austrian. She was going to be sick. "Forgive me, Master Jean-Claude I simply can not remain ,it isn't you! The matter is just still too delicate..I can't forgive myself." She rose, curtsied, and kissed his forehead before she left him at the table.Was her constitution really so delicate? So many men would find that appealing in a wife, that she was so intelligent yet remained as her sex decreed! The hood of the cloak was raised, she turned once more to bid him apology with her eyes, and a weak smile before she vanished in the crowd of supper goers. Bryante Row she knew like the back of her hand. This place had almost been her death when first she was here - but she loved it. She loved it! Tonight the angel flew past her own kingdom, finding no pleasure in the fountain that lept..nor the colors. Once beyond his sight she all but ran until her feet carried her beyond the doorstep of her home after fumbling with the key in the lock. It had no grace in it, and by the time she shut the door behind her she was completely undone. Feathers fell from her hanging wings as the weight of her body nearly made her trip up the stairs. She fumbled her way to her room, all but collapsing on the edge of the bed, putting her face in her hands (d)
Master Jean-Claude deAquitaine
"My dear..please..forgive me." Instantly he thought of the raw nature of the subject and kicked himself for even bringing it up. He was a man simple as that, and no matter how much he appreciated the curves of her form the mind of a woman he would never understand. Would men ever figure out the mind of the other? Never. His heart broke watching her, but the small break in the conversation was an instant gateway for the rest to flock around. Jean-Claude was trapped.
Young Master Julian Monroe
He would wait up for her, on this night he felt he couldn't sleep without her. Even surrounded in the pillows and blankets that carried her scent he wasn't ready to leave this world without her. Julian enjoyed his evening wash, curling back in the sheets with one of her books, and this would be just where she would find him. "Janice?" There was water coming from her eyes, what was this? Was she broke? It always felt that way when she cried, that the entire world was alone in the life of the endless night where they were in a crowd of people. She was there, and the only one no one noticed was unhappy. She was supposed to be happy always, this was not natural. He moved from the bed with enough force that the book closed, and in his quick motions he would let it fall on the spine--the sound nearly haunted him. Quickly his bare feet came around the bed to stand before her sweeping her hands from her face, and looking upon the face of a stone angel cracking from her cast. His thumb quickly came to sweep away the tears, before he took to a knee before her, "What happened?" All the world would be surprised to see him in such a state before her. (d
Lady Janice Viscreed
The veneer had stayed so well through supper, would the Master have scolded her on the last. A lady's exit still blighted by too much passion or was it merely the way of the young? Many were expected to be resolute at twenty-and-one, but Janice was still finding her way though she claimed to know it. This was not what she envisioned for the night! Laughing perhaps at silly things Jean-Claude had said, what he had worn or what they had eaten. She couldn't laugh but wish she could. He saw her so vunerable that her body actually shook. He had appeared before her this undone, but had she ever been this way with another? It looked as if every preconcieved idea on what it was to be forever-happy, of every notion on what it as to be graceful and gracious was crumbling down. The angle had chips in her ornaments, cracks in her forever beauty. "Ju..Julian.." Her eyes were already red, "I had to le-leave supper with Jean-Claude or I would have...have." Her body doubled over as if she were in pain, abject pain. Indeed she was. Her heart beat so hard she wished she could claw it out of her body, equate it by tearing out her hair..but she didnt. her hands just held on to his as if she were about to drown. "He asked me about your letters home, about M.Margot..I t...told him she was pretty..and..w..witty..and c..clever....I told him how amazing you were..in..SSpain...and I nearly..told him but I didn't. I...just..list...listened..as..as he said....he wants to write to Margot's father...he wants to arrange..your..marriage..wi..with her..and..and he....he... brought up arranging one for me...his cousin. His cousin! I...told him I would assist him in find..finding his cousin a worthy wife but it would not be me..and told him of making things my own...I......I had to leave or ..I would have said making them mine..with..you." She stood up, her hair out now of its pins. They dropped on the floor as she raked her left hand through it. "It..it was too much!....he made me promise no matter what happened to let him see my wedding. I had to leave.I can't..I can't hurt him, i can't dishonor them, I could never tell him that way and risk anything that would hurt you...or lessen you to his eyes..I couldn't. I kept..smiling. " She wrapped her arms around her middle "And smiling and...I just got so sick. I have nightmares Julian," She had nightmares? Didn't she dream of Eden, sunshine? Of all that was glorious and good? "I have nighmares..of losing you..of this, being a dream of being here at night alone..of..never having told you I loved you..or..you..you realizing..it..it was a..miss..mist" She couldn't say it. " I have never had nightmares like this..or...or wanted to be near someone so much.I heard you in my head...of how I had taken advantage of him once. Did I?" She looked at him "Yet...I...can't lose you but I promised, I promised I would earn the right to wear your name. You call me by it and for once it feels..right. It doesn't feel as if someone is naming me to hide me. What girl has a Jewish name and a Christian one? What..girl has a name no one can pronounce and a name that wasn't really hers to begin with but the only one she'd accept..and..and then I have that stupid...awful Austrian thing attached to it. I want to hide in corners when anyone at court gives me that placating stare of 'poor thing'. I am not poor..I have you! I feel like...like..I...hurt you everyday that I have it" Did she ever have these before? Claramae had seen her dissolve, when her lineage was revealed to her and the careful construct that was her life was ripped to shreds (d)
Young Master Julian Monroe
His heart broke into a thousand pieces, and it seemed only she could ever be the one to put it back together. He loved her, and in this moment fell in love with her all over again. He stood to take her into his arms, holding her against him while she cried. Everything about her brought him closer to breaking, and it was when he took in a deep breath that he caught his breath, "Shhhh," He tried to soothe her standing there inhaling her scent as if he needed one more reason to cherish her. "But look." He finally broke from their hold only enough so that she could see him. From a distance it would look as an intimate dance, but he held her in place. "I'm here now. I'm real. I'm right before you." He dropped his forehead to her own, pressing against her temple gently with that of his before tightening his hold once more. "Janice..you have my name now. Munro. You are who I have wanted to marry all my life. Don't let this change anything. Please." He begging her? Impossible. "What girl has a Jewish name and a Christian one?" He smiled almost wanting to laugh at her, "Mine does. Mine also has a smile that will bring the sun back from the night. She doesn't cry like this." He touched her chin, "She also doesn't have nightmares. Not when I'm right here."His face turned a bit bright as he sighed heavily letting his face fall from his own--he really did suck at this, but didn't know how else to deal with her not happy-all-the-time face. He felt his words stupid sometimes, and often they came out without him thinking! Sun from the night..sounded like something a poet would say, and letters were her thing. "Maybe it was a mistake..maybe we should go to them..tell them the truth. That we got married for the sake of show, and maybe we can tell them we fell in love at the same time. Then. Maybe then. We can have a wedding for them....or..or maybe you are right." He pulled from her, shaking his head. "I can't take your doubt right now, Janice. Not when it feels so right. When you doubt you. I doubt me. Stop it. Ok. Stop it." By now he was a bit upset himself, but hardly on the verge of tears. "You love me. I love you. Isn't that enough? I know you care what they think. I know you want to always do right, but I don't..maybe that's why I'm so messed up, or the biggest reason he doesn't trust me. I just never gave a damn of what he thought of me. Even when I was dying on his doorstep I was never ashamed of it. Let him ride in on his high horse, and they on their rules and pretend marriages. But deep down I'm still a farmer's son, who is living like a King with you right now. That's enough for me." He started to wipe his hands on his pants for they felt hot, but anytime his passions came through it was enough to make him break. "I can't answer that about you using him. Not without hurting you. I'm done hurting you." (d
Janice Viscreed
He broke through all the storm clouds with his own sun that night. She'd never forget it either. In his arms she felt the world stop spinning and the axis slowed to a dull hum. Did he know that when she shattered this way old voices became a wall; his voice penetrated that wall as he doubted his own ability to pickup the falling pieces of his favorite sculpture. "Julian.." The way she said his name was always warm these days. She could shout it from the rooftops, assault him with it like a weapon but what was amazing was it always returned back to center. Just as she was about to nuzzle against his face he pulled away to let the time go unretrieved. Now it fell in her possesion. Could she get it back again? Her body was raw as if wind wipped in a storm then tossed to sea for a ship to drag, but she still went to him. They made the worst pair sometimes, bittersweet comedy of errors their life. "He loves you. We'll let that be that. Your right, I do care..as much as I told you to seek this or go forth to that..I do. You are all everything, and more so now..I didn't think I could love like I do. I didn't know anything until there was you." She flexed her fingers because they tensed of their own accord. Once they were supple, she took up his hands. So hot! She was near freezing. He had a care of hear heart even when he was confused himself, "No, it wasn't a mistake. Julian." She wrapped her arms around him from behind. He was like a star in nova, and she couldn't let him go."We will have to tell them eventually, if only because he is going to start parading men and women infront of the pair of us. It will still take him awhile though, and for all of..my..crying." She settled down, letting the last hiccups run through. He felt a bit of her wet cheek on his back, "I would not trade you, nor this...for anything. Either way we tell him he is simply going to erupt in to a cloud of French angst, but he has his adelaide to calm him down. They've been together how many years and never married? Master Laurence was with her Michael for no less than three and a half, and consumated my God. Some say he knew her even before that. Deep down Julian, you are more honorable a man than anyone would ever..think you..to be. I love you, I am happy to be Munro. I am happy to be your wife, and the nightmares will pass.This will pass." She kissed his back, up his neck before moving to the vanity to take out all her hair pins, or what was left anyhow. She picked them up off of the floor neighbor after neighbor. She'd been a little embarrased at how..exposed she was, but her husband was her husband. He would have know it sooner or later. "I'm sorry. I've had a high level of anxiety ever since before I lived in the abbey.." When all the pins were free she sat on bed's edge (d)
Young Master Julian Monroe
He would almost sneer at her thought for it was the truth, hardly anyone truly knew him for they never took the time. However, it was when she took her hair down did truly keep that honor. His fingers went over the ends touching it gently as if the first time as he closed the distance between them, but he was silent for a moment until, "You can't doubt this right now. Not when I've never been so sure of something in my life." His hand left her hair to brush up her cheek amazed at how soft it still was with the wet tears still staining her face. His eyes studied everything his hand touched as if learning of her all over again, but in truth he was still trying. "You can't let them take this. I have so much fight in me that it scares me sometimes at how willing I am to leave it all for you. I have read of this in books, but never understood it. Helen of Troy..so beautiful men went to war over her. I'd kill any who dare try and take you from me." Possessive this one, but more of a passive man really. Yet everything in his next motion spoke volumes of the inner aggression, and as he pressed her back on the bed something dared her to get up. "Love me. That's all I ask, and someday maybe it will be all I can offer you in return." Settling there beside her he would support himself with one arm, and let his hand touch the fabric of her dress over the surface of her stomach. "Monroe." (d
Lady Janice Viscreed
"I don't doubt it Julian it was just.,well part of it was also just a green eyed sort of jealousy unbecoming of a lady?" She had crumbled to pieces over the thought of losing him and gotten jealous in one evening? He should record it for posterity's sake. One night they would laugh on their earlier days, of how they were fierce over their little secret. She tilted her wet, tear streaked face in to the touch he afforded. "I won't let them take anything, Julian. If they ever did find out before we told them I think I would resort to rather frightening measures, like vase throwing, or..tirades." Before she could do anything else he pressed her back, startling her but not in a fretful way. More of one of suprise. Now the cheeks flushed in a different volume of thought entirely. "You have my love, Julian. Now and always.." He brushed silk on top of silk. The dress was soft for the night was unusually warm, a chance to wear light things one last time before it was all of heavier weaves, wools. Her face touched his, eyes clenched shut as she soaked in in the moment. She was his. There was nothing to be done of it. His. Why not? The masters had all claimed their mates. No amount of discretion or even public means could make the fact obvious! Why couldn't they? Why must their standards be so held up. Why did they have to be put on little shelves because of their masters love, that way things were done for them? What part of her hand she could move would come up the sides of each arm (d)
Julian Monroe
His lips met her own with enough hunger there it appeared he had in fact been starved. "Stop it." He spoke between breaths. "Stop thinking, for once Janice." Pulling back only enough so that he could catch her eye. Was it so much to ask? It was a very strange matter when it came to Monroe, but when he loved he did with all his heart. He wanted his wife like any man would want a woman, but more importantly he wanted her smiles back. He wanted to hear her call out his name, whisper it in his ear, and then he wanted her laughter. Julian had in fact fallen in love with this life, and it scared him to think he would ever have to let it go. (d)
***
“What is love? Love is when one person knows all of your secrets... your deepest, darkest, most dreadful secrets of which no one else in the world knows... and yet in the end, that one person does not think any less of you; even if the rest of the world does.”
{End Scene}