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Post by morgen on Aug 26, 2008 7:41:33 GMT -6
(for Genevieve and Morgen)
Since his achievement of securing the Ambassador position for himself in the Griffin court, Morgen had little time for his shop. He hoped this was only because he was just beginning and had a lot of initial processes to go through and complete, before he would have some more time between Herald's Row and here.
It was Sunday morning and most of the shops were, indeed closed. He had come into town with his brothers and sisters, leading them to the church for daily Mass and leaving them there under Felicity's watchful eye. Afterwords they were directed to come into town to his shop, where they'd all go home together as they had come in. He hadn't opened the shop yesterday or the day before, so to him, there was a copious amount of cleaning to do. It was surprising how much dust accumulated after two days in a book store. So first he'd begin with the door and work his way around the room clockwork wise, dusting every single inch of space and furniture there was. While his mind kept him entertained with a couple of topics, the time flying by as he dusted his way around the room with a wet rag the he continually rung out in a bucker of water. With the books he'd use a feather duster, but used the rag for the wooden furniture and glass. He was in a particular good mood this morning. As it was quiet not just in his shop, but all the streets around him, and he was doing a chore in one of the places he loved the most. Who wouldn't be happy? He just hoped no one irksome would see that his shop was open and come rushing in. Most especially a scholar from the guild. He considered opening the windows to get some fresh air in the store, but that would attract people from the sidewalks.
So he kept it closed with the drapes drawn, if someone were really to look they'd see clearly it was open, and continued his cleaning and reorganization in a much sedated happiness.
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Post by genevieve on Aug 26, 2008 22:19:33 GMT -6
Deciding to venture outside of her stuffy room in the local inn, Genevieve put on her red cloak and walked around enjoying the brisk morning air. It was still very early and the street was almost completely abandoned with the exception of shop keepers preparing their stores for the morning rush. After only a few short days, Genevieve already loved the dreamlike atmosphere the town had in the morning. She watched as grey fog rolled down the hills and over her feet with the sun making its way over the hill tops.
As Genevieve pulled her hood over her slightly outgrown hair, she noticed a light peeking through the bottom of a shop's door that appeared closed from the outside. Since she was out and about, why not take a look at what this shop had to offer. In the dim light, Genevieve could see that it was a bookshop and couldn't pass it up. She saw that the drapes were pulled closed and thought that whoever was working wasn't ready for any customers. Hesitant, Genevieve gently tapped the door and called out to anyone who might hear. Her attempt was answered in silence. Still nervous about entering, she waited a few seconds before proceeding, gently closed the door behind her and made her way through the stacks of books.
As she reached the end of the store, she was sure she was hallucinating. Before her stood a face that she had once known very well, but now only saw in her dreams.
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Post by morgen on Aug 27, 2008 14:19:59 GMT -6
Just as one was entering the front door to the shop, Morgen was coming out of the door behind his desk that led to the back room. He was balancing a pile of books in his hands, which near reached his chin walking steadily and trying his best not to drop them. He heard the door give it's signature creak, as it always did when swung open, and his dark blue eyes looked up.
All eleven books spilled right from his hands and landed in a thundering crash one after the other in the middle of the floor before him.
His eyes widened a little, and his lips tightened. Quite paralyzed in time there as he just stared in a state of shock and disbelief. His heart was racing and he needed some support. He blindly took a few steps backwards, unable to take his eyes from what he was debating a phantom at his book store's threshold, he bumped into the small table with quills and empty books on it, his hands grasping for it behind him and clutching onto the edge.
He opened his mouth. Then closed it. Then did this again twice more. At a complete loss of words his shoulders sagged in desperation. "Genevieve..." He said her name in a sigh. And how strange it was to form the letters of her name, to say them, to hear himself say it. There had been so much going on in his family, though he was ashamed of it now, for awhile her memory escaped him.
But now here she clearly was before him, in his small kingdom on some island off of Scotland. He wanted to ask her so many questions, he wanted to say so many things. But sometimes, though he was a Master of the written and a patron and lover of the spoken word, this time he would use an action. Lifting off from the table he crossed the room to her, surprisingly not falling on his face over the spilled books, and simply wrapped his arms around her frame in the tightest hug imaginable, plucking her off her feet, and making one spin. He set her down, but did not withdraw from his embrace.
"You are Genevieve Beadeau, correct? I am not hugging some apparition or making a fool out of myself with a stranger?"
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Post by genevieve on Aug 28, 2008 16:35:58 GMT -6
A loud crash echoed through out the silent bookshop, but the thoughts in Genevieve's mind were all but quiet. When what she thought a hallucination spoke to her, she became speechless. Before she could answer him, she was suspended in the air.
His strong arms around her waist sent waves of memory through her. Genevieve felt a lump form in her throat as she attempted to hold back the tears; she would not allow them to be seen. "Morgen," speaking in barely a whisper, she tightly closed her eyes, gathered herself and prepared for a long overdue reunion.
Firmly placing her feet on the ground, she looked into his beautiful blue eyes that she had known so well.
"You are Genevieve Beadeau, correct? I am not hugging some apparition or making a fool out of myself with a stranger?"
"Well of course it's me, or else you would look very foolish wouldn't you?" she told him in a playful yet loving tone.
Genevieve used all her strength to fight the urge she had to kiss him and be held by him one more time. Even though able to stop herself from this act, she couldn't hault the movement of her right hand. She watched as her pale hand touched the smooth skin of his left cheek, tracing the dimple she could never forget. This was so natural and involuntary, she almost didn't notice the movement in her own body. Immediately after this gesture, she wished she hadn't done it. Who knew how his life had changed? Would he ever feel that way about her again?
Meeting his gaze once more, she waited for the reaction in his face or in speech.
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Post by morgen on Aug 29, 2008 10:05:43 GMT -6
He stayed close to her some moments longer, but when she raised her hand to his cheek his gaze dropped to his feet sullenly as he felt his heart sink a few levels. At that moment he knew what they had had between them, those long years ago, would never be the same again.
But, no need to bring that up now. Not yet. He was still extremely happy to see her once again, for before she had become his first love she had been his very first best friend.
He caught her hand with his own and the other too and took one step away. Looking up to her again and smiling, squeezing her hands gently. "How so very happy I am to see you again, Evie. But how did you come here...? Did you know I was here?" Finally the questions that instantly bombarded him the moment after he saw and confirmed it was her. He let her hands go to turn around and move to where his desk was seated on the far back wall in the center. He picked up his large cushioned arm chair and brought it over to the side of his desk. Gesturing to her with a wave of his hand for her to sit down. "Please, have a seat while I just pick up these books..." Returning to the mess she had so induced, he gathered the books and set them on the small round table. He'd deal with those and put them away later.
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Post by genevieve on Sept 11, 2008 16:34:09 GMT -6
Morgen didn't need to respond to her using words to confirm what she already knew, he did it with his body language as he stepped a little length away. She saw in his eyes what they both knew; things couldn't go back to the way they were before she left, now all she could hope for was his friendship.
"How so very happy I am to see you again, Evie. But how did you come here...? Did you know I was here?"
She laughed to herself as he used the enduring nickname he had so proudly given to her. Evie. A name she had a dislike for in the beginning, but soon came to love.
"I had no idea that this is where you have been inhabitating since we last spoke. I only came here in search of my own past, my own history. As you know, my own identity a mystery to me since my parents death when I was only a young child."
This was the truth which she was speaking, but she feared that what she might find while on her search would cause her great heartache. She intented to learn the cause of her parents premature death within the means of the law or not.
"And what of you, Morgen? Why have you chosen this place above all else to reside?"
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Post by morgen on Sept 12, 2008 7:48:29 GMT -6
Gathering the books he had so promptly deposited on the floor, he moved about his bookshelves, sliding them into the slots they belonged to as he listened to Genevieve, speaking in french with her all the while. Nodding he looked over his shoulder at her and replied,
"Ah, I do remember now. A very noble quest. If you ever need assistance, I certainly can. I more or less know every clan and connection on the Island." It came from being raised here and being the Ambassador.
After returning the last of the books, he came to stand before his writing desk at the front of the shop. Leaning back against it with arms crossing, dark blue eyes settling on her. "Well," he began, "I had left the University, if you remember, because after my mother died my father became very ill and my family needed me. My father passed not soon after my return, and after that I had no other option. I am the next eldest male, aside to my brothers Fallon and Arthur. But they are not here, fighting in the mainland." Pausing a moment, eyes drifting away as he thought they might possibly be dead as well. "So I am here to take care of my sisters and brothers." She would recall that he was one of fourteen, and though few of them had died, he still had 8 younger siblings to care and provide for. His sisters older sisters; Felicity and Constance, who in the near future would require dowries when they were married. Perhaps a selfish thought, but he hoped that would happen soon. Then his six remaining siblings were young yet and would share a home with them for awhile.
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