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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Dec 26, 2012 22:37:14 GMT -5
Aimeric was having a bad day, moping in bed for most of the morning. Nothing was going right in his life. He had met one girl, but he just embarrassed himself in front of her. Nineteen years, and the one chance he had to talk to a girl, he had blown it. It was tearing him apart on the inside, but he knew he'd get over it. He just wished that he had gotten a bit closer to her.
Aimeric decided that it would be a good idea to relief himself with the one thing that would let him relax. Reading. He got up from his bed and stretched out with a yawn, before rubbing his eyes. His orange and white kitten Melody was by his side, pawing at his leg. "I'll feed you soon, Mel.." Aimeric spoke to his cat, leaning down and picking her up. "You're my only companion, girl." Aimeric mumbled, kissing her nose and setting her down. He went to her food bowl and filled it with fresh salmon. He spoiled Melody, because in his mind, she was special. She was the only person he could talk to, since he had nobody. He had been alone since he was nine, so he was accustomed to it.
He had come from a wealthy family, therefore he lived in a large house. One could call it a mansion. The only reason he had acquired his family's wealth is because his mother and father had written in their will to give their money to their only child, Aimeric. Even though he had run away at nine years old for many reasons, they hadn't changed their wills. His parents were murdered when Aimeric was just sixteen.
Aimeric used to have a friend Toby, but he was killed by somebody who mugged him when Aimeric was thirteen. He had been best friends with Toby for almost a year, and they had just began to trust each other when Toby was killed. But Aimeric knew not to look back on those memories, for they only caused him pain.
Aimeric finally got dressed, his mind bellowing with thoughts as he said goodbye to his kitten and stepped out the door. His mind was filled with memories still, from what had happened at the Secret Santa party. But he needed to get his mind off of it. Once he reached the Manor, he stepped inside, and sprung over to the library, entering quietly. 'Nobody's here... Thank The Lord.' He thought to himself as he grabbed a book on the history of France, sitting and beginning to read.
He finally found himself at peace as he began reading the first page, his mind going blank as the words from this book filled his mind. Books often set him at ease, always let him get away from everything and forget it, even if just for the small time frame that the book consumed of the day. But once he finished a book, he started another. He had been to this library many times, and he had gone through atleast 500 books in that library alone. Thank goodness that the library had many books to offer, as did his home. Only two thinks could calm his nerves. Books, and music. And now, he could drift away into the silence of the room, and forget about everything.
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Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Dec 26, 2012 22:55:56 GMT -5
It had seemed to be a regular normal day within the manor. Things hadn't changed just yet and she however was lonely. Her mother had not yet arrived though she did have Christine with her. Her one and only friend that she had been friends with since childhood. Meg awoke that morning and got into her pants and her white shirt that showed her chest a bit. Along with her cross that her mother had gotten her. She had always worn it. Placing on her boots she brushed her hair and looked at herself in the mirror. Taking in a deep breath she left her room and did some more exploring. Having been there for months she already knew her way around.
As she walked through the manor she looked around her surroundings. It was rather quiet and she tilted her head a bit and she noticed snow falling down from the sky outside. Coming towards an opened window she smiled and watched it for a few moments. Once bored she moved towards the library. Meg never cared much for reading but it gave her something to do. The young blonde had arrived to the large library. She couldn't get over at how many books where here. Smiling she had never seen so many. Touching one she leaned against the book case and she continued to flip through so many pages of the book.
Placing it back in its rightful place she walked around yet again and then she nearly jumped at the sight of someone reading already within the library. Placing a hand to her chest she closed her eyes. "Forgive me Monsieur, I didn't realize anyone else was here" she said staring at the man within one of the chairs. A small smile came to her and she looked at him. "I..I can leave you in peace if you want me to Monsieur. I don't mind. I was just browsing" she told him. Keeping one hand on the book shelf and staring at him. Wondering what he wanted her to do.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Dec 26, 2012 23:10:54 GMT -5
Aimeric flipped the page when he heard somebody enter. He chose to try and not acknowledge it, keeping his eyes fixed on his book. But the more he heard footsteps stirring around, the more hard he found it to concentrate on his book. He looked up for a minute, biting his lip as he became distracted. This was the first time he'd been interrupted by somebody while reading in the Manor. B
Nobody really went in the library, because there were so many other interesting rooms that people were bound to, as well as the fact that he did always get to the library extremely early. But sometimes, he could stay there for days at a time and just read, without becoming bored for a second. He could sing like an angel, but he chose not to sing. He hadn't sung in years by this time, and he had no intentions to. He didn't think that his voice had any special value to it, so he chose to just play piano and write music. Nobody knew he could sing. He was alone. Not even Toby had known he could sing.
He had a gift locked up inside of him, yet the world didn't know. Nobody knew. He would think about singing sometimes, but neglect to go through with it and sing. Singing did sooth him, but he thought that he wasn't anything special. He thought he didn't deserve to sing. He thought so low of himself, but he was a human being with feelings and thoughts just like everybody else.
As he heard a voice, he lifted his head, and looked around. Soon after, he saw her, and his heart skipped a beat as his eyes widened slightly. 'A girl.. A young woman..' He thought to himself. His cheeks turned red as he got shy and nervous. He fiddled around with his book a bit, unknowingly closing it. "U-Uhm.. That's.. That's quite alright, Mademoiselle..' He said shyly, gulping. He was blessed with another chance to speak to a woman, but he was too shy to speak to her properly. He figured that it would be best to keep his mouth shut and keep reading.
She looked like an understanding sort of woman, and an innocent one a that. He looked like an idiot though, fidgeting and blushing. He didn't know how to communicate to other people, let alone another woman. He didn't really know what to do, or what to say. All he knew is that he was already blowing another chance.
He shook his head. "D-Don't leave.. My presence shouldn't stop you from coming here and reading.." He paused a moment. "I won't bother you any longer.." He said quietly before turning back to his book, opening up to the page he was on and nervously attempting to read.
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Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
Stories like this Can't Come True. Christine Your Talking in riddles and its not Like You!
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Dec 27, 2012 10:21:11 GMT -5
Appearing with her hand upon the bookcase she looked at him as he spoke. "You sure?" she asked looking at him curiously. The man seemed slightly nervous about her presence and she said nothing for sometime. Meg kept where she was and she bit the inside of her lip for a moment. Not really wanting to disturb anyone. She came towards him for a moment but then stopped.
"I was only merely exploring here. I didn't know that someone would be within the library. I'm sorry if I disturbed your reading" she said in a polite tone. When he requested her for not to leave she smiled and stayed. Coming closer to him she sat on the other chair and leaned back in it for a moment then she sat up and looked at him. "Its fine Monsieur" she said in a small voice. "I'm Meg by the way. Meg Giry, and You?" she asked tilting her head a bit. He looked like about her age and she studied him a bit more.
The blonde smiled some and she looked at the book he was reading. "Interesting book choice there, Monsieur" she said smiling. "Never heard of it..is it really good you seemed to be into it when I came in" she told him in a gentle voice.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Dec 27, 2012 12:18:31 GMT -5
He smiled slightly, nodding. "And my name's Aimeric Jayden Devereux." He said quietly, still extremely shy. He just really hoped that he wouldn't get too nervous and mess things up again. He hoped that she wouldn't hint his shyness, but if she did, that she would understand and accept it.
Aimeric was so used to being rejected and denied that he didn't really expect much from this girl. She looked perfectly nice, but if she got to know him.. He couldn't think about that. He would meet her, talk, then once it was over he would never see her again. In his mind, it would be better that way. She didn't need to know him. He always thought that he was meant to be alone, and if he was, he was going to keep it that way.
He had his cat Melody anyways. She was it, all he needed. He did secretly wish that one day he would have a family though. Deep down, he wanted a kid or two, and a wife. That's all he wanted, but he always thought it would never happen. He thought that he was a repulsive, disgusting human being, but little did he know that he just needed that one woman who could turn him from that and make himself think that maybe he wasn't so bad. He just had to wait.
And there lay an opportunity in front of him. It was the woman he was talking to who could make him think differently of himself, but he didn't know that. Well, not yet at least. Aimeric was different from most people. He had a much different story, a much different background. He was a man all the same though, yet he saw himself as a monster.
There was nothing in his personality that defined him a monster, though. He had his flaws, just like everybody else, but he took his flaws in all seriousness, and looked at them with haste at times. He hadn't led the common life, and he needed to learn that even if he was different, he was no monster. He wasn't a ghost, or a bad person, or someone who deserved to rot in hell. He was none of those things, but he didn't see the good in himself. He tore himself apart without realizing it, minute by minute.
He looked down at his book, then back up at her. "Y-Yes, reading just sort of.. Calms me. Makes me forget about everything, i-if you know what I mean.." He still spoke in a nervous tone, yet he had no reason to be. It was just who he was.
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Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
Stories like this Can't Come True. Christine Your Talking in riddles and its not Like You!
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Dec 29, 2012 21:19:13 GMT -5
A small smile was upon Meg's face as she spoke to him. And heard his words. "Its nice to meet you Aimeric" she said smiling still. "Its an interesting name I don't think I've heard it before" she told him in as she tucked back a stray blonde hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry yet again for disturbing you. I should have...checked before coming in here to see if anyone else was in here" she asked. "Or have asked one of the people here within this manor" she told him. Looking down at the ground then back up at him with her blue eyes.
When she went silent Meg looked at him and studied his looks. Just in case they crossed their paths again. He was handsome and she smiled a bit still as she stood there listening to him speak. Meg said nothing and she looked at the books again. Becoming quiet awkward around him. She was never used to being alone with a boy before. Let alone a man such as him.
"Sounds like me with my dancing..." she said smiling. "I'm a ballerina in the Palais Garnier" she told him in a small voice. Meg's voice began to get raspy and she cleared it. "Sorry bout that..." she said sighing. Her eyes closed for a moment. Then she reopened them and looked at him again. "I tend to get lost in my dancing or so my mother says" she said rolling her eyes.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Dec 29, 2012 21:39:39 GMT -5
He shook his head. "Don't be sorry, it's completely fine, really. Somebody always pops in here every once in a blue moon." He offered a soft smile, not wanting to make her feel as nervous as he was himself.
He listened to her contently, with a small smile. "Ah, I see.." He laughed slightly. "The same with me, except in reading and playing music. It's easy to get lost in what you love to do." He fixed his posture. "Do you live in the Manor..?" He asked, curious. He found the Manor to be such a mysterious, yet intriguing place. He knew that a lot of people lived in there, and he sometimes wondered if he was the only one who visited, but didn't live there.
He couldn't help but notice that the girl he was speaking to was indeed quite beautiful, but of course he wouldn't say that. He knew he would ruin everything if he didn't say the right thing. She looked like she was about his age, perhaps a bit younger. He was 19, a young lad. Yet he had the maturity of a 30 year old.
He had only spoken to two other girls in his entire life, his mother, and another girl he had just met a week or so ago. He wasn't a people-person, especially with girls. He was very lonely, but by that point, he was used to it. Books and music were his friends. He was kind of surprised that this young woman wanted to continue a conversation with him at all, especially with how nervous he was. He always felt like he was just embarrassing himself when tried to carry out a conversation with somebody, which obviously wasn't very often.
Maybe she understood him? No, how could he say that? He had just met the girl but minutes ago. But maybe if they got to know each other... No. He couldn't think like that. If he got his hopes up then, he would never be able to carry on talking to this girl. He would get too nervous, start sweating.. And that wouldn't be good.
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Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
Stories like this Can't Come True. Christine Your Talking in riddles and its not Like You!
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Jan 15, 2013 22:32:33 GMT -5
Meg sat back in the chair and she looked at him for a moment. "Indeed I do" she said smiling. "The manor is wonderful, very welcoming and cozy" she told him. "What about yourself?" she asked suddenly looking at him. "I suppose you live here to?" she asked in a small voice. Meg then crossed her legs and made herself comfortable in the chair. Knowing she would be here for a while.
Her eyes darted around the room for sometime. "Its always nice to get away sometimes from unnecessary things" she told him. "Always nice to distract yourself from them at time to time" she said again. Meg said nothing and then she looked down playing with her necklace while she went into her own little world.
//Finally responded to you Allie, I'm so sorry this is a crummy post >< </3.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Jan 20, 2013 1:09:08 GMT -5
He looked over at her once again as she spoke, nodding in agreement. "That it is... No, unfortunately I do not live here.. I live in the town just down the road.. I don't particularly fit in though.." He shrugged, then looked back down at his book awkwardly, not sure of what else he could say. He glanced around a bit, then sighed. He listened in as she spoke again, listening contently. "Yes indeed.." He smiled shyly, fiddling around with his book.
"I always love coming here.. I wish I could live here." He sighed, looking around the room a bit. "But even if I did, I don't think that I would fit in here either.. Wherever I go, I'm an outcast." He shrugged once again, crossing his feet. He glanced over at her, then back down at his book, blushing. There was something about her that he sort of liked, but he couldn't really pinpoint it. He had a bit of a warm, fuzzy filling at the pit of his stomach though... What in God's name did that mean? Something bad, something good? Well whatever it was, it made him feel really awkward.
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Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
Stories like this Can't Come True. Christine Your Talking in riddles and its not Like You!
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Jan 20, 2013 2:00:46 GMT -5
Keeping silent Meg listened to his words. Raising both eyebrows in surprise and she smiled a bit. "Oh really? What's town like.." she asked curiously. "I've only been in the garden and the rest of the manor already. I've yet to venture into town" she told him. The blonde stared at him and said nothing. "The manor is wonderful yes, but I'd love to explore the rest of the place I'm currently going to be residing in" she explained.
"I didn't know they could bring outsiders here to the manor. Please, don't take that the wrong way Aimeric. I mean, I've only seen residents of the manor here" she told him. "You're the first person who didn't live here, that i've met" she told him looking upon her curiously. Meg looked back down and fiddled with her necklace. "Uhm...." she began wondering what to say next. Meg sighed and she looked over at him again. The blonde felt odd inside and she had never felt anything like this before. Swallowing for a moment she looked at him. "S-So .. uhm. How long have you been coming here to the manor?" she asked meeting his gaze for sometime before she turned away and stood up and paced as she talked.
The blonde was very confused by these feelings within her. She didn't know what they ment. Perhaps she would confront Christine with them sometime. She had never felt this way for a person before. Even if they just met, Meg was falling for him. He had looks, charms and he was friendly towards her. Meg waited for his response as she paced and played with her necklace. Trying to keep herself calm.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Jan 21, 2013 23:10:01 GMT -5
He gulped slightly, sweating a bit. "I've been coming here for about 11 months now... Nobody knows about me except for you. You're the only person I've ever held a conversation with for this long since I was twelve.." He fiddled with his book more, looking around a bit. He looked back at her. "How long have you been a resident of the manor..?" He asked curiously.
As he continued to look at her, he found himself staring without really realizing it. He soon after stood up, then realized what he was doing. He gulped, then turned and put his finished book back, finding another one in a very awkward fashion. He kept glancing over at her, that feeling in the pit of his stomach growing. No matter how much he tried to stop it, it wouldn't go away. It felt weird, but it drew himself to her somewhat. He'd never felt this in his entire life, and now that he felt it, he was almost scared of it. He looked away from the bookcase, then walked over closer to her, stopping himself and just leaning against a chair, trying not to look like an idiot but failing at doing so.
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Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
Stories like this Can't Come True. Christine Your Talking in riddles and its not Like You!
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Jan 22, 2013 15:53:26 GMT -5
Upon hearing him speak she nodded. "And no one has noticed until now..." she said in a small voice. Making her eyes go over to him and she smiled a bit. "I promise, I will not tell people of your coming here for eleven months" she said softly. Meg said nothing for a moment. Then she blinked when he asked her how long she has been here. Meg thought about her answer and she looked back at him. "Oh, I've been here for a few months now..I don't really know how long exactly" she said biting her lip. Meg sighed and looked down then back up at him again.
The young blonde stared at Aimeric. She noticed he was staring at her as well and she didn't know what to do at this point. Nervously she played with her hair and she got up and walked around. "S-so you uhm, know this manor yes? H-how did you find it exactly?" she asked not meeting his gaze and going towards the window to stare out. Trying to keep her thoughts calm. He was attractive, and quite adorable. But right now she didn't know what to do. Meg sighed and she felt like she was falling in love. She had never fallen in love before and everything was all so nervous suddenly.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Jan 22, 2013 17:03:56 GMT -5
He looked around with a nervous look on his face, then back up at her. "I-I just sort of.. Was exploring around town and found this place.. And I've come here ever since." He blushed, twiddling around with his fingers. He had been nervous around people, yes, but never this nervous. He felt butterflies fill his stomach as he practically began to sweat. He felt like an idiot, but he was too busy trying to figure out what he was feeling to stop.
He found himself continuing to,walk towards her, coming closer with each moment. What was he even doing at this point? Before he knew it, he had grabbed her shoulder gently, and kissed her lips. He moved his hands down to her arms as he did, feeling the fuzzy feeling in his stomach suddenly explode. As soon as he felt that, he began to fully realize what he was doing. He pulled away, his eyes wide. "Uhm.. I-I'm sorry, I-I..." He panicked, not able to think of anything to say. He certainly knew what he was feeling now though...
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Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
Stories like this Can't Come True. Christine Your Talking in riddles and its not Like You!
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Jan 22, 2013 21:24:39 GMT -5
"Exploring is always an amazing thing to do, Aimeric" she said softly to him. "Its a beautiful place isn't?" she said looking around again. Meg said nothing for a moment she kept where she was. Not wanting to go anywhere else at this point. Things change once you meet a person some say. Meg darted her gaze from him and she looked out the window.
Meg then felt him grabbing her shoulder and she looked down at his hand then she blinked for a moment. Unsure of what he was planning on doing. Moments later she noticed him coming down and kissing her and she had her eyes wide out of pure shock. Suddenly she returned it. While melting in the kiss she kept where was and closed her eyes. Enjoying every moment.
As Aimeric pulled away she slowly opened her eyes and she looked up at him. "Sorry? For what?" she questioned. "What was that.. I have a strange feeling in me, I don't know what it is... I never felt like this before...toward anyone" she said sighing. Moving away as well. Turning her back and pacing then looking at him. Meg said nothing else and wanted to kiss him again but wasn't sure.
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Jan 22, 2013 21:42:06 GMT -5
Her reaction surprised him. He kept one hand loosely on her arm as he spoke. "I seem to have the same feeling.. I-I'm not positive but I think I know what it may be..." He ran a hand through his hair. "I mean, I could be wrong... B-But it feels.. It feels like >love<.. I don't know how that's possible though, I just met you..." He bit his lip, surprised with himself. He had just met this girl, and yet he already knew he was in love. It seemed so implausible, but somehow it felt just right.
He wasn't hallucinating though, right? He'd never felt this way toward anyone in his entire life, and it just felt so odd. But it was amazing at the same time. He didn't think something like this could happen to somebody like >him<, of all people. Aimeric, who was alone almost his entire life. He was so used to it by now that he didn't think this to be real.
He looked into her eyes, stepping closer once again. "It's definitely love.." He said quietly before kissing her, a bit more passionately this time, wrapping his arms around her waist. Finally, something good was happening to him for once. Nothing like this ever happened to him, and now that it was, he felt like he was on top of the world in that moment.
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