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Post by hedanicree on Nov 15, 2006 23:05:29 GMT -5
Katie grasps his hand in returned, holding it only long enough to insure that he is indeed following her. Through the halls of the lower level, she leads Edmond to a narrow staircase. Down it leads to the kitchen, up it leads to something much different — the flat section of the roof where she keeps her telescope. Paris may not be the viewing spot that her meadow is, but it fits her needs when educating her charges.
The governess opens the door that leads out onto the section and then walks wide with her arms outstretched to the sky as if her movement will direct him to the heavens. She spins and her face lights with a smile. This is her world, in the night, when the stars shine and moon burns bright. “Welcome to my world,” she says gleefully when she finally stops spinning.
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Post by cassidinegypsy on Nov 15, 2006 23:06:41 GMT -5
Edmond can only smile in delight while he watches her spin in circles. When she welcomes him to her private sanctuary, his governess seems more like a child offering up a present instead of a grown woman issuing an invitation. The Englishman breathes deeply filling his lungs with the night air as his eyes drink in Katie's sanctuary. He roams around the space, pausing to finger the telescope and to admire the few plants scattered about the terrace. The businessman finally settles at edge of the terrace that overlooks the Paris street below them. His shoulders visibly relax as what little tension he still had in his body seems to flee in the face of Katie, the moon, and the stars. For the first time since coming to Paris, Edmond feels at home and at peace with everything around him. It is a strange revelation for a man who actually owns a house on the outskirts of the city. He can't but wonder is it the place he finds himself in, or the company he is currently keeping? He turns back around to give Katie a warm grin as he quips, "Are you sure you want to welcome me in? I might not ever want to leave."
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Post by hedanicree on Nov 15, 2006 23:07:40 GMT -5
Walking up to the edge of the terrace, Katie throws him a smile over her shoulder. Her curly blonde locks fall forward and around her shoulders. Her brown eyes taken in his moon-light features. Up here, like her, he seems like a different creature, one that belongs in the night — just like her. “I’m sure,” she reassures. Her hand slides over to cover his and her fingers curl ever so gently around his. “I’m sure,” she repeats and then her eyes go to the stars, searching out the ones she knows by name and her favorite of all — Ursa.
Sad romantic tales only have their place in the dark of the night…
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