Teressa Lavalais
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Post by Teressa Lavalais on Oct 29, 2012 11:45:03 GMT -5
Teressa sat beneath her willow tree and sighed. The wind played with her hair as she sat, and she meditated quietly over how her life had been going lately. She was quite happy with the way things had been going, actually. She never thought she'd be happier in this Manor than she ever had been in Persia, but she was mistaken. She'd found Lenoir.
Or, more accurately, he'd found her. He'd stumbled on her as she lay face down on a stage in a layer of dust, then taken her in for a night. She didn't suspect that he loved her, and she CERTAINLY didn't expect that she'd love him too. It seemed appropriate, though, that they'd end up together. A musician and a dancer, both masked and lonely and in need of someone who understood. It was as unlikely as the companionship between her and Erik, although with Erik it was more of a father-daughter relationship.
She looked out toward the Manor and sighed. Yes, she admitted it. She was in love with Erik Lenoir.
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Erik Lenoir
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Oct 29, 2012 17:38:09 GMT -5
As they walked along the halls, Erik noticed Ana taking notice of the architecture and the many lovely items that the manor had to offer. Although she was a modern woman, she seemed to have a reagard to the older, finer things. He smiled surrptitiously. Perhaps that's why she liked him. And he liked her too. But not love. Just friendship. That was all it was and that's all it would ever be. Teressa...his feelings for her were extremely different. She was a rare rose of delicate beauty. Ana was just interesting to talk to.
When Erik mentioned the name Carrière as his partner in the opera house peoject, he noted that Ana looked as if she thought she remembered the name, but not quite. "Erik Carrière is another of the men here who wear a mask." Erik touched his own mask without thinking. "He is a good sort, different from most of the masked fellows. I have not met another with that good a temperament."
"Thank you, Ana. I expect the time will come when I will have my chance on stage. But we must start the operas going and advertise it in the village. I think it will be a profitable venture, but I am not thinking of money, really, I am thinking of the joy of music..." When she said she would be intersted in seeing the operas, Erik smiled. "I would make sure that you have an excellent view, my dear."
When they reached the door, Erik was behind Ana and he put out his hand to open the door, but she arrived first and opened it for him. He stood there a moment, slightly puzzled, then realized that this must be one of her odd modern ways. So he walked throught the door and simply said, "Thank you," while tipping his hat to her.
They came outdoors and the autumn breeze was whipping up the leaves of the trees which made a lovely sound. It played with the ends of Erik's cape, too. He was planning to see Ana to the stable to retrieve her horse and say goodbye before she rode back to the village. Erik had had a nice time with Ana after he had finally convinced her he was the Phantom.
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Post by destler on Oct 29, 2012 18:26:53 GMT -5
Destler was making his way towards the Library in a rather casually and unhurried stride. His thoughts consumed by his project. The loss of Teressa had given him some ideas and an unrelenting determination to complete this rather tedious task. Having discovered something called the Internet with so much information at his fingertips, the means to accomplish his project was at hand and easy to accomplish.
Slowing his pace as he heard footsteps and voices until he stopped and moved to against the wall upon the sight of Lenoir.... with another woman who was not Teressa. How curious. First, he'd seen Adina throw herself at Lenoir and now Lenoir was with another woman? Granted they could have just been merely chatting. He moved to the end of the hallway to look around the corner as the two moved to a door and exited. Merely chatting? Lenoir was very comfortable around women as it was seem. Destler was rather envious of the half-masked twit for his oddly natural attraction of women. Narrowing his eyes, he watched Lenoir with the fine woman until they were out of sight and he stood there a moment pondering.
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Post by anastasia on Oct 29, 2012 18:39:55 GMT -5
She pondered more about that name wondering where she heard it before. Then Lenoir dropped her some clue as she turned to look at him more than stunned and baffled. her mouth open like she wanted to talk, her hand moved as she was trying to convey her message and her face was just beyond twisted with complete bewilderment. But nothing came out, she could not convey what now she was thinking. There was another Phantom?!? He left her utterly speechless on that subject.
Still a bit bewildered but lightened up and smiled back at him though she was still wondering how there were now two Phantoms. That is... if that was the case. "I'd like that," she replied with a smile. She might not have the talent as his beloved Christine Daaé, but she could at least support him and his Opera.
Smirking as she watched his face. Noticing that no one had ever been rather awkward or different with him it seemed. She grinned at the thought that being around him was going to be interesting and never dull. She snickered warmly as he strode by with a tip of the hat which she found to be one of life's little moments. "My.. pleasure," she was a bit dramatic and fun as she followed him out the door and snickered again. "Sorry, couldn't help myself," she said as she looked down, ahead of her then over to him with a smile. "Every good deed deserves another," she simply told him as she strode casually towards the Stables with Lenoir.
Closed her eyes as she walked alongside Lenoir, tilting her head back, inhaled deeply and smiled slightly. Another of life's little wonderful moments as she felt the dry leaves under her boots and the cooling breeze, the sun turning golden in the late afternoon with the scent of autumn in the air and upon the wind. Definitely a wonderful autumn day. She sighed while thinking about past autumns. A venture to an orchard in Wisconsin for apples. Or a hayrack ride either pulled by a tractor or a team of horses. Even that one year she went deer hunting with Billie and her father and uncle. Mulled apple cider, pumpkin pie, a campfire, harvest. So many things that autumn seemed to bring to mind as she recalled them. Letting those little moments of life filling her that is until she heard the whiney of a horse. Opening her eyes as they locked upon the Stables. "How often do you go out to the Stables? I noticed a couple horses out there." Well, she sort of noticed but didn't really take the time to look at them well enough.
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Erik Lenoir
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Oct 30, 2012 19:31:20 GMT -5
The little female-holding-the-door-for-a-male seemed to evoke a bit of laughter in Ana. "You couldn't resist?" Erik said with a smile. "Is this a usual thing for modern women to do? It feels a bit odd for me, but then many modern things feel that way." But Erik took it in stride and Ana seemed to just be having a bit of fun. He was happy if she were in a good mood. It had been so difficult at the beginning, just a few hours ago, but it seemed as if they had progressed quite a lot in their friendship. Ana was very different and Erik found her fascinating, if annoying at times.
Erik and Ana walked toward the stables to fetch Ana's horse and say their goodbyes. Erik didn't mind horses but he didn't particularly like riding them. Hitched up to a carriage, a buggy or a wagon was fine. But not on horseback. Definitely not. And he ddin't like to be too close to a horse such as the black Frisian that Ana rode. The horse seemed a bit too wild and out of control. He went into the stable with her, but did not offer to saddle the horse and he stayed a bit of a distance away. He didn't completely trust this horse. It seemed as wild and unpredictable as Ana herself. Erik didn't like to get too close to the large animal with his good clothing either. And he had no riding attire. He really had never had a use for it.
Erik frowned when Ana asked how often he went to the stables. "Generally never, unless someone rides a horse in or out, as you have done. I can be found more frequently in the graveyard." He didn't realize how odd that sounded. He simply took it as a matter of course. "My walks take me other places also...all about the estate, but as I said, generally not to the stables. In fact, I had been here a while before I even realized there was a stable and coach house." Erik frowned again. I walk through the gardens all the time, in fact since the earliesst days of speing. I don't even recall that there was a stabe back then. Of course that rather makes no sense, and yet, not much about this mansion does make sense..."
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Post by anastasia on Oct 30, 2012 21:53:03 GMT -5
A little snicker as she walked along after he spoke about the usual modern thing. "Not really. Not many people are courteous anymore," she looked over at him with less of a smile and was dreadfully serious. "Being nice to others is a dying thing." Looking away from him as she gazed ahead of her with a sad, straight look. "Yes... well," she paused as she kept her gaze forward. "A lot of things are strange these days."
Coming to the Stables and striding inside like the boss in a massive enterprise. This was her comfort zone. It seemed she lived in the Stables. Standing straighter, shoulders back and yet relaxed as she strode towards the stall where she put Daredevil. The English saddle, pad and bridle resting on a 'sawhorse'. Moving to the tack she gathered it up and nodded," A stroll through a graveyard is rather soothing, in a strange way. Puts a lot into perspective. Plus," then moved to the stall, opening the massive door with strength, "you have a lot of people willing to listen to you and never talk back to you especially if it's something you don't want to hear," tossing a smiling glance his direction then strode in without fear to the massive black gelding. Caressing the neck and withers, letting her hand remain upon the horse as she moved around the horse. Never once did she slap or pat the horse, always caressing and holding a hand upon it. She did her best to be relaxed and calm around the gelding and with soothing gentleness. Setting the saddle pad with quick care high upon the withers then shifting it expertly into place upon the steady back of the big black, "You mentioned a moment ago about the unknown," she began then set the English saddle upon the pad while glancing over the back of the black at Lenoir. Barely shifting it into place and being gentle as she did so. "Have you ever been around horses much? Especially riding?" as she reached under the girth of the horse with her arm with facing forward and peeked around the chest of the gelding to glance at Lenoir again. Straightening up and drawing up the cinch with swift gentleness. Then moved around, her hand remaining on the horse as she ducked under the massive neck and now faced Lenoir, looking at him with an intensely curious gaze that would often be seen in a tigress or lioness but the mannerisms of a little lamb or tender mother with a newborn babe.
The bridle was hanging on her arm as she stood between Daredevil and Lenoir - granted there was a good distance between horse and man. She stood there and listened to him a moment at the stall doorway to make sure her horse would not get out. His continued words about the stables not being here in the Spring baffled her just as much as it looked like it baffled him. She only gazed back at him with a hard look. One would think it was a scowl but she was thinking and trying to figure out what he meant. Shifting her look to a little more pleasant, she then leaned against the stall wall. "So... have you explored the whole place yet?" rather curious herself of what all lay upon the land, not just inside the massive manor but all around this sprawling estate.
A slight smirk while she continued to lean against the stall, "I'd think it would be difficult to not know if a Stable was here or not, unless there were no horses here." Then shifted her gaze with a sparkle in her eyes as the other Friesian, "I think it would be hard to miss those two though," As she looked at the Friesian and the white Andalusian. "They're beautiful horses," gazing at the Friesian a little longer, almost dreamy like a young girl. Jerked from admiring the other horses by a nudge from the muzzle of her massive black, she snickered after regaining her balance after being slightly moved from her spot leaning against the stall. "Yeah, yeah," Looking back at the horse with a smirk, "Don't worry, Daredevil. Nothing 'll replace you," snickering as she twisted around to caress while cradling the head of the massive black.
Taking up the bridle from her arm and positioning it with her hands, the metal bit in her hand as she put it to the gelding's mouth and with slight effort slid the metal bar with her fingers into it's chomping mouth. Most would cringe if one was not a horse person. But expertly kept her fingers from being crushed by those massive teeth. Drawing her hands up to gingerly slip the ears to rest comfortably between two leather bands as the horse chomped and licked upon the bit to become comfortable with it once again. Gathering up the reins and drew them over the head of the horse and let them drape over the middle of it's neck then took them a good hand's width below the horse's mouth and walked the big black out of the stall. "Want to pet him? I'll make sure he won't bite you," she smiled as the massive hooves made a 'clomp! clomp! clomp!' upon the floor of the Stables. "He likes to torment sometimes but that's his way of playing. Especially if he likes someone. He never means to hurt. Just have fun." The horse slightly turned it's head to look at Lenoir with that dark stare as though measuring the masked man up.
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Teressa Lavalais
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Post by Teressa Lavalais on Nov 2, 2012 13:44:53 GMT -5
Teressa spotted a familiar shape come out of the house. Lenoir! She got up, heading toward the door. But then...someone else followed after him. A woman, wearing tight clothes. Now, she usually wouldn't be one to judge someone wearing scandalous clothing, as she usually had to, but she sensed there was something off about this particular person. This woman was shorter than she was, with brown hair, and an average figure. Was Lenoir just walking her around? More than likely, he was very friendly...but...
Teressa held back. She waited until the two had passed and started walking on before she continued. She'd follow them for a little while, and see if she could discern the relationship between the two. They were headed toward the stables. Teressa hasn't been in there, though she loved to ride. Erik wouldn't like it if Teressa left the grounds without letting him know.
They entered. Teressa pressed against the door. The moment of truth. She'd be able to hear them if she poked her head around the corner. Hopefully...hopefully it was just friendship, just a friendly walk to the stables or something of the sort...
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Erik Lenoir
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Nov 2, 2012 21:40:59 GMT -5
Erik followed Ana inside the stable. He intended to stay as far away from Daredevil as he could without offending Ana. He didn't trust this horse. Erik knew enough about horses to hitch one up to a carriage or wagon and drive the vehicle somewhere as he had recently when Maria Gianelli and he had gone to the village. Other than that, Erik didn't care to ride a horse. He didn't have any riding clothing and he was not intending to purchase any.
He watched Ana saddling the horse and how she and the horse seemed to be as close as a human and an animal could be. Erik was glad Ana could handle the horse, but he didn't care to get any closer. Ana carressed the horse and seemed much more relaxed and gentle than she had been with Lenoir, at least most of the time. He raised an eyebrow. Not that he cared if Ana liked him or not, really...
Then Ana spoke about how when strolling through a graveyard, one could say whatever one wanted and have no objections or backtalk. "Oh, you think I expect to have my own way constantly and win every conversation?" Erik bristled a bit at her words, then after a moment, a slight smile played at the visible end of his lips. Perhaps she was right, he could be slightly arrogant...
"Have I explored the whole place? Indeed I have tried to do so. Of course i have not seen the dormitories and only a few of the suites belonging to the other...eh...Eriks. But the other rooms? I have seen quite a few. Some of them have a very odd quality...they seem to move b ack and forth in time. And others appear and disappear at will, it would seem. Of course, I don't expect you to believe me about that." Erik paused, then went on. "When I first came here, I definitely do not remember there being a stable...or a gazebo. That turret room above the clock, on the mansion....that was not there either. Neither was the clock. The graveyard was here only after the day they set aside for Mothers ...in May. I met my mother in the graveyard. I had not seen her since I was 12 years old. She died just a few years after I ran away from home..." Erik frowned. He had not meant to reminisce outloud and to this woman. He looked over at her to catch her expression. He expected she would give hin one of those I think you're daft....clearly out of your head kind of looks.
He went on..."I don't believe there were any horses either or a carriage house. I had at first desperately wanted to leave. When I finally saw the horses, stable and carriage house, I began to have hope that I could escape."
Then Ana asked, "Do you want to pet him?" meaning of course the massive black horse. Erik did not care to touch the horse, considering he really didn't trust him. He didn't want to act afraid in front of Ana, though. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, just to buy an instant of time. The horse was "dancing" with a loud clop-clop. And he looked Erik directly in the eye. Erik didn't trust the horse one bit and he expected the horse didn't care for him, no matter what Ana said. All right, he would have to do this. Erik came closer to the horse and reached out his hand to touch the horse and Daredevil suddenly came just a bit too close and pushed Erik suddenly with his head. The pysh was so sudden that Erik lost his balance as he was pushed backward and he grabbed at anything he could to keep from falling. Unfortunately, he grabbed Ana's arm and pulled her down on himself. They hoth fell into the hay.
Erik opened his eyes widely looking at Ana, whose face was right next to his. He felt undignified and uncomfortable at what had happened, but then he looked at Ana again and began to smile. It was a ridiculous situation and he started to laugh. He grabbed her face with both of his hands and kissed her, just out of the sheer joy of letting go of some of his dignity. He could have been angry and upset, but really, he didn't think Ana would be upset either. He pulled her close to him as they lay in the hay, kissed her again and he said, "I didn't really think this day would end with us lying together in the hay..." It seemed so ludicrous that it happened.
Suddenly Erik remembered the horse, and his fear of being trampled came back. The horse was merely standing there looking at them with curiosity. Erik got up and pulled Ana to her feet. He started to brush the hay off of her and then realized that that was going a bit too far. He blushed and took off his cape to shake the hay off of it. He retrieved his hat and brushed that off too.
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Post by anastasia on Nov 2, 2012 23:28:35 GMT -5
As she worked around the horse, following the comment on the graveyard. Listened to what he said then grinned but did not snicker. "Yes." Looking up and over at him with a look that spoke volumes as though she knew him well. But she didn't. Yet it seemed he did expect to win all the time. She continued on with getting the horse saddled.
Watching as she worked and leaning against the stall as she listened to him. That little furrow of her brow in mild bewilderment the more he spoke about the Manor and sprawling estate. What he said seemed to make no sense and yet, perfect sense. Though she looked like she was scowling, when in fact she was thinking some more and simply listening to him. Other... Eriks? There are other Phantoms here? Well, besides him and Carriere?!? Not exactly baffled but quite curious to know who and how many. The more he attempted to explain, the more it aroused her wicked curiosity. That dangerous part of her that simply had to know and an insatiable need to explore. Desiring to experience what he had experienced already. Then there was the mention of his mother and her countenance mellowed to a sort of sympathetic look but then melted away to barely a hollow confusion. How many times did he mention his parents to her? What he looking for sympathy or something else? Why continue to tell her about his family and past? Such divulging secrets intrigued her greatly. What was he trying to prove? What was he wanting? She came pretty close to giving him that I think you're daft....clearly out of your head kind of looks. "Why do you want to escape?" Just curious to know his answer. If he escapes, there where would he go? Paris and the Opera House was NOT the kind of place he obviously knew. At least, that was her though reasoning.
Standing straight and tall like any proud owner beside Daredevil after leading him out of the stall. Watching Lenoir to see if he dared to take a leap of faith and pet the horse or to shrink into his little comfort zone. In a manner of speaking, this seemed like a little test from her to see how far he could push himself. Would he try something new? Would he be happy without the things he was familiar with? Could he actually trust someone and put blind faith into a stranger? It was a moment of truth.
A slight smirk and snicker first as Daredevil nudged Lenoir with more strength then necessary. Before she could do or react, she yelped as she was pulled down. It all seemed like a blur as Daredevil jerked his head back and squealed, taking a couple steps away from them. She had lost grip of the reins as the big black horse moved away and she went down. Next thing she knew she was laying atop Lenoir in a rather compromising position. Brushing her hair back behind her ear as all her hair flew around her face and off to the side as she gazed back down into Lenoir's eyes nearly blushing but gasped softly and was rather breathless. What a compromising yet very cliché moment. He smiled, she smiled. She began to laugh the same time as he did at this cliché and was about to say something about it and apologize but was interrupted when she felt his cold hands once again upon her face and was drawn into a kiss once again. In an instant she numbed and melted again into the kiss as she kissed him back. Closing her eyes to succumb to the kiss, drawn closer as her hand came to cup his jaw then caress down his neck to rest upon the base of his neck where it meets with the shoulder and chest. How strange it was and felt lost to the moment. A part of her wanted to immediately jump up and ride away. This was not part of her agenda! She could not compromise herself any more with men! She was done and through with them! Or was she? No. No she will never love again. Not after all the hell she's been through. Her heart would never be able to withstand another devastating blow. Lust! Now lust was another thing. That she could do.
The parting of lips as her eyes opened and gazed back down into his mismatched blue eyes, once again tucking stray hair behind her ear and smiled. "This day is full of surprises," she said softly with a slight hint of a sultry undertone.
Snapping back out of that little strange moment as she moved off him to allow him up then got up with his help. It was incredibly kind of him to help her to her feet. As she began to brush herself off, she twist around to look at him with the sensation of his hands brushing over her, removing the hay and straw. Doing everything she could to show restraint but there was that bit of desire and lust welling within her. Now would be a good time to make tracks before it went too far. But silly her, she had to 'play' a little and add more humor to the moment where she brushed a little hay and straw off him, too. Returning the kindly gesture at least. Or was it?
With a warm smile she watched him somewhat as she moved over to her big black, "You devil you," and took the horse's reins. Turning back around after she had moved to pick up her helmet and gloves, she led the black along side her with a slightly warm smile looking back at Lenoir. "Thank you, Mister- I mean, Erik, for a most interesting and eye opening day. You ... have proved me wrong." And continued to smile as she gazed back at him then held out her hand to him, which seemed awkward considering a moment ago was a rather delightful kiss in the hay! "It's been a true pleasure."
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Post by Teressa Lavalais on Nov 2, 2012 23:46:08 GMT -5
Teressa poked her head around the corner, and there was a little commotion. The two had fallen! But...It might've been an accident? And then she couldn't believe her eyes.
They kissed. Teressa's whole world slowed down before her eyes. She couldn't believe at all what was going on...but it was right in front of her. Lenoir was unfaithful...he was kissing another woman like Teressa didn't exist...She choked. Her hand flew to her mouth, but she knew it was too late. They would have heard her. She turned on the spot and ran, back to the Manor. She wanted out of there. She wanted to go back to her room in the little house on the lake and just weep. The first person that she thought she could love since the events of seventy years ago....And who was that woman, anyway? What did that bitch have that she didn't? Teressa was better than her. And LENOIR. That two-timer! How could she have thought for a moment that she'd be able to attract a man who would love her completely for who she was? What a fool she'd been...she hardly suspected that anyone would love her, at this point...
She reached the door to the Manor and wrenched it open, sprinting down the hall. And then she broke down. Her legs gave way and she tripped, giving a cry of anguish. And she lay there, sobbing. Her heart was ripped in two. She thought she could trust him...she thought they were perfect for each other. She'd hoped perhaps that they'd get farther in the relationship...but that didn't seem likely now...
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Post by destler on Nov 3, 2012 0:11:48 GMT -5
Destler had been at the Library and was on his way back when he saw Teressa fling herself inside the Manor in such an absolute wreck. She looked as though she were sobbing and broken. When she tripped and fell to the floor with a heart-wrenching cry, he dropped the reading material he had in his hands upon the hallway table next to him and ran over to her. "Teressa," He called out to her as he reached her and fell to his knees at her side and gathered her up into his arms. Gazing back at her with bewildered eyes that demanded to know what had happened, needing to know if she was hurt and immediately he began to look her over as his hand started to shift her so that he could look at her to see if there were wounds. Dear God, his beloved Teressa! This wrenched his wicked heart to see her like this. Never had Christine evoked such an emotion from him and yet Christine never was in this sort of situation before either.
Not a single wound was upon her which only baffled him more. So what caused her to be in such a state? He gathered her into his arms, holding her to him, against him as he cradled and rocked her. "Shhhhhhh," he tried to sooth her and caressed her head and golden hair. Looking up and over at the door, then around them before returning his gaze to the door. He was baffled but wondered and began to speculate. Did Lenoir do something? If so, he will learn of it and make the half-masked twit pay for hurting Teressa.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Nov 3, 2012 0:57:53 GMT -5
"Do I want to escape? That's a difficult question to answer. I did, of course when I came here, not knowing why I was here. Not that I really understand it well yet, but I have thought about the situation. If I were to reaturn to my own time in Paris, it might not go well for me there..." He expected that Ana knew as well as he himself did what would be waiting for him at the opera house. Either a crazed mob bent on killing him even thought they knew none of the circumstances...or the law, which would mean eventually the noose. Neither way was good. Or perhaps Erik could get away from them. But he waould always be on the run in his own time. Then what of returning to Paris in the present time? He rather despised much of the present time, althoug there were some tings that were fascinating and good. But that would never do either. Staying here? T here were several reasons to stay here. Namely his friends. There was Adina, Roselyn, Christine Olivia, Svenna, Carrière and others. Then there was the lovely Teressa, the most wonderful of all delicate flowers. What a contrast she was to Ana! Suddenly the thought of Teressa pulled on his heartstrings. He rather wished for Ana to be off, for he still had to ask Lavalais if he would allow Erik to court her. He couldn't think of a single reason why not, but he was not looking forward to the confrontation. However, how could the man refuse? He could, and that is why Erik dreaded the confrontaton.
His thoughts came back to the question Ana had asked, did he still wish to escape. "I suppose this is the optimal place for me. But who knows, things could change." Erik smiled urbanely and walked out of the stable as Ana led Daredevil beside her. He stayed a bit of a distance away. He took her hand when she offered it and kissed it. He asked then if she would be all right riding back to the village alone. He tipped his had then and went back to the mansion, turning when he had gone a short distance, to watch her leave. He turned back to the mansion and went inside.
He turned to go down the long hallway and spied Destler holding someone. He frowned and walked a bit slower. It looked as if he were holding Teressa! What? She had gone back to Destler? Why? After all he'd done for her! Erik frowned and narrowed his eyes and started walking faster toward them. "Destler? Teressa? What the hell is going on? What's the meaning of this?"
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Post by anastasia on Nov 3, 2012 1:41:35 GMT -5
She simply listened to his reasons whether to escape from this place or stay. Nodding occasionally as she understood each reason and situation. It showed upon her face the logic to each thought and word. Optimal place. This once again struck her curiosity as she glanced over at him. "So very true. Things can indeed change. So very quickly," she said that almost in a somber tone as she recalled many times in her life how change brought some more than challenging times in her life, especially when it came to men and love. She despised those times in her life bashing herself for being so foolish and open.
Escorted from the stables with Daredevil in tow as the horse's hooves clopped loudly upon the stable floor and thumped upon the ground outside, crunching the leaves. As she held out her hand to Lenoir she simply expected just a casual handshake. That didn't end up being the case. Instead he kissed her hand and she smiled back down upon the Phantom. How strange it was as she gained a most unusual and secret opportunity to know a man whom she believed to be a mere story. No, he was not fictional. Here he was before her, talking to her and was real, had said so much about himself she never knew about, even down to the strange but entrancing sensation of a kiss from his distorted lips. The Phantom was real and it was truly an honor she will cherish for all her days. Smiling warmly as she slowly drew back her hand after her kissed it, then put on her helmet then the gloves. Looking at him with a blank look, "Are you offering to escort me back to town?" Then smirked as she gathered up the reins, slipped her foot high into the stirrup, bounced a few times, then swinging her leg over and mounted the big black. Once again gathering up the reins into her hand as she looked back at Lenoir with a smile, "I'll be fine. I'll make it back before dark." Caressing the neck of the the Friesian/Percheron cross just above the withers, the horse's pelt trembled at her touch but the gelding did not move, "He's fast. I can always rely upon him."
"Til next we meet? I look forward to future conversations, Mister Erik Lenoir," Smiling as she sat there in the saddle while gazing back at Lenoir, "Again, it's been a true pleasure." With that, a slight shift of her hands and her legs, the horse turned as though in the hands of an expert with a finely arched neck and head trotting away with a dramatic bounce from Lenoir before turning into a canter a few paces out. She did not twist back around, instead rose a hand as though to wave. Riding off and disappearing into the forest.
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Post by ladybarbossa on Nov 3, 2012 1:48:41 GMT -5
The Vicomtesse was about to make her way to the Sitting Room to work on some more needlework when something caught her attention outside. Coming back to the window she passed and saw Lenoir having kissed a strange woman's hand before she mounted and rode off.
What caught her attention now as she strode to the banister of the third floor landing was a scene below, barely seen was a man and young woman. The young woman was crying and the man holding her. Why on earth was she crying? Christine Emilie slowly began to descend the stairs as she neared the second floor landing but kept out of view from others or did her best not to be noticed or seen or heard. She listened in as Lenoir entered the Manor and began his rant at the man and woman.
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destler
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Everyone dies. I only choose the time and place for a few.
and yet... you blame me
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Post by destler on Nov 4, 2012 1:20:27 GMT -5
Simply cradling and gently rocking the golden hair young woman. How or who or what could have devastated her so much? He hated it see her cry. It tore him within to see her in such a state.
His attention was drawn towards the approaching Lenoir and he glared at the man when he demanded to know what was going on. "Yyeeessss" drawing out the word! "what is the meaning of this? Glancing at Teressa who was in his arms knelt upon the floor of the hallway, Destler barked back at him with a scowl. "I wonder."
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