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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Sept 8, 2012 17:26:43 GMT -5
As she tugged on him, he stepped back a bit, surprised that she had willingly made contact with him. He gasped faintly, then shut his eyes tightly before turning to her with a rather depressed look on his face. He was skeptical about this whole idea of trusting in her... He never trusted anybody, not a soul. There was not very much to tell, but he would tell her what he could if he was able to bring himself to confide in her. He bit his lip for a moment as he looked down at the ground, and then back up at her. He sighed faintly, but nodded. "Alright..." He said quietly.
Aimeric unpocketed his hands before taking a seat, looking over to her.. Where could he start? ... Well.. His childhood was a disaster in his eyes, but he knew she probably wouldn't understand.. "I don't know if I should tell you what my childhood was like... You'd think I was the luckiest kid.. I saw it as a disaster, but I don't think anybody would quite understand." He admitted, looking down at his hands as he still had a depressed look on his face. His family had so much money... But the way his parents were.. His whole family's attitude just preturbed him...
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Post by lyddietalise on Sept 8, 2012 22:52:54 GMT -5
His arm slipped from her hand as he stepped back. The look on his face had taken her by surprise. Had she done something wrong? She quickly removed the thought from her mind and shook it off. Lydia only wanted the chance to get to know someone, but if he didn't want to she couldn't force it. After all, she wasn't sure about this guy. How could she be? He went from being serious and rude and loud to suddenly softening a bit. How could she, a girl who'd hidden the library to stay away from the people of this big mysterious manor. She smiled a little when he agreed to it, before leaning against the wall nearby.
Lydia waited in silence for him to go on and start but he seemed uncomfortable. "I-if you're not comfortable.." She began but he had started to explain. "Please, go on. Tell me. I'd like to hear. I won't judge." Out loud...she thought to herself. If she'd think he was the luckiest child alive, he had no right to complain. But there had to be a reason why he was rather cold hearted and she would listen if it meant gaining a friend and someone to grow close to rather than avoiding.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Sept 8, 2012 23:41:56 GMT -5
He sighed, and nodded. "Alright... Well, my family had a lot of money.. Which, I really didn't like. I didn't want to have money.. They spent money on things I didn't need or want.. That in itself annoyed me.. But what really preturbed me through out my childhood was when they would >brag<... Oh, they bragged, alright. They bragged >a lot<. And it was horrible, the way they acted. They flaunted their money, found ways to show it off, and I >hated< it..! I may not seem like it, but I'm quite the humble person, always have been... My family was the exact opposite though. My personality used to be a bit better, but as my family preturbed me more and more over the years, my heart became cold, and I turned into >this<..." He shook his head with a sigh.
"I wish I had a normal family.. I don't like that I have money.. The only reason I bought a large house was because it was the only one I could find that was away from society..." He sighed, frustrated. "I grew to hate people, and my parents were murdered three years ago, but it hasn't made me a better man to not have them in my life.. Of course I miss them, but I never had a strong relationship with either of them.. I've never had a friend. I have no clue what it's like to have a friend.... I almost wish I had one sometimes, but then most other times I think to myself that it's nice to be alone.. To be secluded.. I'm the most lonely man that you will ever meet, in your entire life... I promise you that.. All I need is my music, and my books.." He said. "I don't keep in contact with any of my family, because they're all the same.. I'm the opposite from all of them..." He mumbled, trying to relax in his seat to ease his nerves.
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Post by lyddietalise on Sept 9, 2012 11:16:48 GMT -5
As he began to speak about his life, his family Lydia listened carefully. She related to him in part of that. Her family was built off of a lot of money, as well and as far as she could remember most of the people she had met were arrogant and quite often seemed to brag as well. Nodding she interrupted if only for a moment. "I know what that's like."
Barely...She thought to herself. Lucky for her she only endured five years of it. Four of which she could not remember. Then came enduring the worst tortures of her life. Lydia continued to listen carefully, she thought it a bit irrational for him to hate people just for that but she understood his sentiment.
"I'm sorry..." She said with a small frown, feeling bad. Sure it seemed he was only lonely because he was the opposite of his family, but he was also so different and for that she could tell it'd serve him quite well. "You know...It doesn't hurt...Getting to know someone outside your family though. Your family may seem so different from you, but there could be others in the world that are just as different as you are." Lydia spoke in a tone that was both young and wise. It was true. She knew it. Many people may be the opposite of what one person is, but there will always be people that suit at least one person in the world.
Pushing up against the wall, she walked toward the man before sitting on the floor in front of him. "My parents were rich beyond belief...for a while too." She sighed. Perhaps telling him her story, he would begin to understand what she meant. "They often went to parties with their rich friends...They left me with our maid...Rosa. She was my only friend as a child. But my parents did love me..." Her eyes one again held sadness in them as she fidgeted with the hands on her lap. "Being a Count and a Countess they had a lot of...duties to oblige that they couldn't avoid just for me. Even if it meant selling their only child to gypsies in order to get out of debt." She sighed, tears streaming down on her face.
Her throat had grown tight from the moment she began telling the story. "All through out my childhood I wanted to hate the world, to hate my parents for choosing money over me. I wanted to avoid people and I did...for so long I did...But I've realized how lonely a life like that can be. I wish to know people because I know not everyone would abandon me like my parents...Not everyone would be like my parents." She explained, sniffling softly.
Her body quivered as the memories at the circus came to the surface. She hated that lifestyle with a passion. She hated what those God forsaken gypsies had done to her. She hated that her parents gave her up, but she was also grateful. Had it not been for those turn of events, Lydia would never had met the masked child in the circus and befriended him. Lydia would never have realized her dream to become a dancer. Lydia...would never have become Lydia.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Sept 9, 2012 17:39:09 GMT -5
As she spoke, he listened, looking at her the entire time with a frown. She had it harder than he did, yet he turned out worse than her... He didn't quite get it. "I feel like I shouldn't be who I am, but it's who I am... I don't think I'm exactly meant to have friends.." He shrugged, trying to shake it off. But as he thought about it more and more... One friend would be nice... Just one. Yes, one would be perfect. He didn't need anything more than one friend. Perhaps he could invest in a cat... Cats don't argue, nor would they question his intellectual authority... Well, that was pretty pathetic, but it was probably the only friendship he could hope for.
He frowned, becoming a bit upset. "Nobody really wants to be my friend anyways... If I invested in some sort of animal, like a cat... That would most likely be hopeless as well.. It would just run away.." He said, looking down. He awkwardly fiddled with his fingers, sighing. "I just.. I don't plan to ever have a friend... Or a wife.. It's just something that won't happen for me.. I'll grow old by myself, and hopefully die peacefully in my bed, or something along the lines of that.. I wouldn't die happy, but I'd die in peace at least.." He said quietly, biting his lip as he thought about it. He never talked about this to anyone... His thoughts.. His past.. Nothing. It was so unusual for him.. It felt odd, but it also felt good in a sense. "Like I said, nobody wants to be my friend.. So I shall always be lonely." He said, nodding once.
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Post by lyddietalise on Sept 9, 2012 18:31:25 GMT -5
Was he serious? Not meant to have friends? That sounded ridiculous. Everyone was meant to have at least one friend. Her mouth opened ready to interrupt him, but she stopped herself, fidgeting with the cuticles in her fingers. Perhaps he was a hopeless case, someone who only suggested they wanted a friend, but wasn't willing to try and make one. She looked up at him, seeing him more clearly for the first time.
He had a young face. One that seemed filled with troubles and anger, but also one that was quite handsome. As she thought about it, really thought about it, she blushed and looked back down at the hands on her lap. He was a confusing man from what she could tell. Rude and judgmental. But above all he was misunderstood.
Finally she spoke up, once more avoiding his eyes. "If friendship is what you want..." She paused for a moment. Any way she went about this could and most likely would sound rather childish, but hey...She didn't mind. A friend was a friend and she wouldn't lose that chance. "I am willing to become that friend." Her hazel eyes gazed up at him and she gave him a small smile. "You do not seem as bad as you make yourself believe." It was true that at first he had scared her to no end, made her boil inside with anger and frustration, but above all she made him feel pity. Perhaps becoming his friend would change that.
You see, Lydia was the type to see the good in everyone. Not always and especially not when the person had made her believe that they were rather awful, but she couldn't help it. She seemed to think that people were reluctant when they were misunderstood and often times only needed a helping hand to change their ways.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Sept 9, 2012 19:17:47 GMT -5
As she said that, his eyes widened, and he looked up at her in disbelief. "Y-You'd... You willingly would like to be my friend..?" He said, in shock. Nobody ever wanted his friendship... He wasn't sure of this at first... Is this truly what she wanted? ... And did he >want< friendship? ... That was a foolish question. Of course he did. He wanted it so badly, and he was only now realizing this. He didn't know how to treat a friend though... He would surely make mistakes...Maybe he could learn how to be a friend, though. He could learn.. Surely, he must be capable of having a single friend! It couldn't have been >that< hard, now could it..?
He was taking this on as a complex task, when really it was just... A beauty of life. Friends were good to have. Sure there were some bad aspects to any friend, but there was definitely more good than bad. As he came to his senses, coming to fully realize that the young woman in front of himself wanted to be his >friend<... A friend. "I-I..." He didn't even know what to say, but he knew he was grateful... He ran a hand through his hair, still in disbelief. He looked down, then felt a lump form in his throat as his lip quivered slightly. No.. He couldn't be crying. He had never cried in his entire life, and he wasn't going to start now... He just couldn't.
But as seconds went by, he couldn't hold it in, and tears streamed down his cheeks. He put his face into his hands, and for the first time in his life, he cried. Sure... He cried when he was a newborn, but even then, as an infant, he rarely cried... Never as a young child had he cried, or in his teenage years... As he felt the tears roll down his cheeks, his hands shook slightly. The feeling of crying was so new to him, and it almost.. It felt good, really.. To let out the tears he had been holding back for years. But this wasn't crying out of sadness. No, this was crying out of happiness and gratefulness. What an amazing feeling it was...
He continued to cry into his hands, not able to think of embarrassment or what she may think. He was only thinking about this friendship he was being faced with... It was so thrilling, so amazing. He had never felt like this in his entire life, so one could say in this mixture of emotions that he was feeling overwhelmed as well. But happy, all the same. He was actually truly happy for... Well... The first time in his life. He didn't know how one could change his life so drastically... And in such an instant. It was the biggest breath of fresh air he'd ever had...
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Post by lyddietalise on Sept 9, 2012 19:49:35 GMT -5
Lydia only nodded, the widest grin growing across her face. She could tell how thrilled he seemed to be and for some reason that cause her to smile the biggest she'd had in a long time. Though she couldn't help but think of the odd circumstances to which this happened Lydia knew that somehow this would be the start of something great. Something she knew would not only teach Aimeric that not all the world was like his family, but also that Lydia could be sociable with those around her. Or at the very least try to be.
Soon though she noticed his demeanor changing. The trembling lower the lip, the gaze down away from her...Could it be he was crying? In a way her heart sank and she couldn't help but feel rather awful for making him cry yet she couldn't tell whether the tears were of sadness or from the average need to cry. It was an odd sight, seeing a grown man cry but for some reason nothing was more odd than the sight of Lydia getting up onto her feet and hugging the man in one of the most awkward hugs there ever was.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Sept 9, 2012 20:13:39 GMT -5
He tried to calm himself down for the sake of not making her regret her decision, and almost as soon as he calmed himself, she had hugged him. He gasped, and his eyes went wide. He didn't even know how to handle this... He'd been hugged maybe two other times in his lifetime, eleven years ago. But as he felt the warmth of her, it calmed him, and he relaxed his tense muscles before slowly wrapping his arms around her, hugging her back. It was such a warm, amazing feeling... He sighed contently as he hugged her, at peace... It was extremely hard for a man such as himself to be at peace, but now he was, and it was unbelievable... Nobody had been so willing to even attempt to understand him, as a human being. These things never happened for him...
"T-Thank you..." He said quietly, holding back tears. "Y-You've made me more happy than I've ever been in my entire life..." He admitted, sighing slightly. She was his first friend.. He actually had a friend! How extraordinary was this? He could hardly comprehend it as he thought about it, a soft, kind, and heartwarming smile stretching across his lips. When he first met her, his eyes were dark, and his expression was nasty.. But just minutes later, his face was kind, he had a warm smile upon his lips, and his eyes were welcoming and bright.
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Post by lyddietalise on Sept 9, 2012 21:52:40 GMT -5
Lydia had not expected Aimeric to return her embrace which she had given more so out of pity of his tears. She really had never seen a grown man cry. Not once. It was new for her, but in a way it made her realize that even men were able to show a sensitive side, men were just as bad as women were. For a moment, the young Puerto Rican girl could not help but giggle to herself. It was a rather hilarious thought after all. A man that had a sensitive side and was actually showing in front of someone.
The moment she started giggling she immediately felt a twinge of guilt. How dare she laugh at his sensitivity? He was kind now, she had to take advantage of that and laughing wasn't going to help. "I didn't know you could thank someone over a friendship..." She said, more to herself than anything. Still she couldn't get over he was thanking her. "You're welcome..." She could tell he was gentler around her and that made her rather happy.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Sept 10, 2012 14:41:32 GMT -5
He sniffled, and frowned slightly as she laughed, but let it go, and finally let his arms fall to his sides once again. "I-I'm sorry... Just.. I've never had a friend, so it means a lot..." He said quietly, looking down and fiddling with his fingers briefly. But soon after, he manned up, and took a deep breath, gaining back his composure. "The hug meant a lot as well, so thank you for that too.." He mumbled, embarrassed.
He looked back up at her, and smiled a bit, his blush fading. Nobody had ever showed him so much kindness, so much patients... It was so new to him, and yet he was grateful all the same. (Sorry it was so short, I have to eat dinner. .-.)
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Post by lyddietalise on Sept 12, 2012 11:37:03 GMT -5
((Tis cool. Sorry for the late reply xDDD There was a lot going on.))
Noticing him frown, she knew that laughing had been the wrong reaction, but she couldn't help herself. Lydia tended to laugh in many different situations. Even if the situation hadn't called for it you could expect, at the very least, a giggle to protrude out of her out of nowhere. It was how she was. Again, Lydia laughed, but only because she thought it rather sweet of him to thank her for the hug. It was the least she could do. "Oh I-uh....You are quite welcome..." She half whispered, half spoke. As she observed him once more, taking her seat back on the floor and gazing up at him from below, she could tell that something about him...she didn't know what. But something...made him less of a rude, incomparable man than he seemed and that made her smile. Soon enough she remembered the reason he had come here in the first place.
"That book you picked..." Lydia began to speak up slowly. Her eyes moving from him back down to the hands on her lap. She seemed to realize that she couldn't look him in the eye without feeling odd. Yet the odd feeling she felt was unexplainable. Almost like that time, having found a sort of weaponry in the manor when a man named Edouard had caught her using a sword. It was like an excited kind of embarrassment. Or perhaps there was more to it with Aimeric. She couldn't tell.
Soon enough, Lydia continued. "What is it about?" Lydia had only been reading for a few years, though she excelled quickly with a lot of frustration and barely any social interaction she had only read fairy tales and folk lores she'd found laying around. Thus her reading list was rather small. She was curious as to what other books could be laying around, what others would catch her interest...What books interested the man before her. Moving a strand of hair that had fallen to the front of her face to the back of her ear, Lydia looked up at him with an intent gaze and a curious look upon her bright hazel eyes. She was waiting for her answers with excitement and false hope that the book would actually catch her interest.
Though Lydia was quite sure it wouldn't. She wasn't much into many things. She was the average female. She enjoyed forbidden romances and that of star crossed lovers like that of Romeo and Juliet but secretly held a hidden love for that of adventures to far off places that would take her anywhere she could ever have dreamed of. Perhaps it was the killer instinct inside of her that created the love for adventure...Perhaps it was how easily she grew used to wandering off in Paris late at nights when she was sure she would not get caught...No one needed to know that. It was her secret. Something she had never shared with anyone.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Sept 15, 2012 14:47:35 GMT -5
As she asked, he held back a smirk. He loved sharing stories, although nobody would have really thought that of him, seeing as he was the way that he was.. As he looked down at the book for a brief moment, he thought of a good way to describe the book. He'd read it only once before, so it was a bit tricky for him to come up with a very good description. A light lit up in his head as he started to piece it together. Aimeric was a very smart fellow, but everyone failed to see that. He had a fairly high IQ, probably somewhere around 190. Both booksmart and streetsmart, but at first glance one would say booksmart because of his love for literature and music. His parents were too concerned with other things to ever acknowledge that though.
With his description in mind, he began. "Well... The story concerns a Guernseyman named Gilliatt, a social outcast who falls in love with Deruchette, the niece of a local shipowner, Mess Lethierry. When Lethierry's ship is wrecked on the Roches Douvres, a perilous reef, Deruchette promises to marry whomever can salvage the ship's steam engine. Gilliatt eagerly volunteers, and the story follows both his physical trials and tribulations, as well as the undeserved opprobrium of his neighbours. And, Like in the novel The Book of Ebenezer Le Page by G. B. Edwards, the author uses the setting of a small island community to transmute seemingly mundane events into drama of the highest calibre. Also, Les Travailleurs de la Mer is set just after the Napoleonic Wars, and also deals with the impact of the Industrial Revolution upon the Island. I think that's a fitting description." He said with a slight nod.
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Post by lyddietalise on Sept 17, 2012 7:48:51 GMT -5
Lydia waited eagerly for him to explain the novel. Though she had the feeling it wouldn't interest her. No one really understood her thirst for adventure, her desire to find an escape in a new world. No one ever really understood. After all, what good did it do for a woman's mind to wander? They would begin to grow dominant, disobedient and uncontrollable. She knew that only the most well-cared for women, with the best of husbands and the calmest of lives were really able to show their true colors. Then again, Lydia knew nothing of the world. She had lived in a bubble all her life. As a teenager she would observe couples walking along the street and create stories about their lives. But she never really truly understand that things had changed since her childhood.
She nodded, half listening to him and half trailing off into her own thoughts. By the end of the description Lydia only smiled, trying to keep a polite and almost interested looked upon her face. "Sounds..." She couldn't find the word, nor could she really lie about the fact that she didn't think the book seemed interesting and as such she decided to be honest. "...exhausting..." She breathed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "My mother read books like that as a child but to me they were just another way to learn History without having fact in them." Lydia sighed. She wasn't a fan of History...after all....what was really so important about learning of war and trial? It was nothing that seemed to catch her attention in the slightest.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Sept 28, 2012 16:04:55 GMT -5
He had an eager look on his face as he explained, hoping it would have even the least bit of interest to her. His eagerness faded, as he could tell she wasn't very interested. He frowned slightly, but shrugged and nodded. "Kind of.. I don't read what most people find 'exciting'. The most exciting book I've ever read is probably... Secret of the Night. But even that probably wouldn't catch your eye." He said, shrugging once more.
Though she wasn't interested in the book... He found >her< interesting. He didn't know what it was... But something made her different. Something. He couldn't exactly depict it, and he couldn't stop wondering. His stomach suddenly interrupted his thoughts as it grumbled slightly. He blushed a bit, and put a hand to his stomach. "Er.. Sorry... I guess I've grown a bit hungry, it seems.." He smiled sheepishly.
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