"I don't know, my love," I say, stroking her temple. She looks very pale. "The - man in the tower that people talk about, perhaps?"
"It would certainly be within his abilities." The feeling of Valmont's hand almost soothes away the apprehension that rises in me at thinking of the thing in the Tower. Yes. He could have done this. "Him, or one of the gods…."
In which case, what are we to do? Save for, be thankful that it ended….
"It was very provoking of him. I was in the cafe, and I thought - well, I had forgotten my life after Versailles, and so I was quite confused. Iago thought it amusing to try to convince me that Wanda and I had recently got married. Luckily she found an invitation to her wedding, and I knew I was not Mr Whitman even if I had no idea why I was in Excolo. I haven't seen Iago since, but I shall certainly give him a piece of my mind,"
"Hmph! I shall give him a piece of mine as well! Really, to play such a trick on you two!"
Valmont gathers me closer, and I settle back down - whatever has happened, he is here and safe, and neither he nor Wanda were hurt. Or Mr. Whitman, from the sound of it. I let my eyes close again and feel Valmont instead of looking at him - the warmth of his arms, the rumble of his breathing where my head rests on his chest. Safe. Warm. Back to normal.
"You must have been afraid, my dear, being here alone." I hold her closer to me. "Have you managed alright, the last couple of days?"
"I wasn't afraid, really. I was confused at first, but I kept expecting my father to come back - I thought I must have been traveling with him. Other than that, I didn't think that there was anything amiss. Once I'd…well, finished chasing off the intruder, that is," I add sheepishly. "Mostly, I read. But I'm afraid the kitchen is a terrible mess, darling. I'm sorry! There was nobody else to cook, you see. I tried to clean the burn marks off of the small saucepan - I hope I didn't ruin it!"
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Date: 2010-06-01 01:20 am (UTC)"It would certainly be within his abilities." The feeling of Valmont's hand almost soothes away the apprehension that rises in me at thinking of the thing in the Tower. Yes. He could have done this. "Him, or one of the gods…."
In which case, what are we to do? Save for, be thankful that it ended….
"It was very provoking of him. I was in the cafe, and I thought - well, I had forgotten my life after Versailles, and so I was quite confused. Iago thought it amusing to try to convince me that Wanda and I had recently got married. Luckily she found an invitation to her wedding, and I knew I was not Mr Whitman even if I had no idea why I was in Excolo. I haven't seen Iago since, but I shall certainly give him a piece of my mind,"
"Hmph! I shall give him a piece of mine as well! Really, to play such a trick on you two!"
Valmont gathers me closer, and I settle back down - whatever has happened, he is here and safe, and neither he nor Wanda were hurt. Or Mr. Whitman, from the sound of it. I let my eyes close again and feel Valmont instead of looking at him - the warmth of his arms, the rumble of his breathing where my head rests on his chest. Safe. Warm. Back to normal.
"You must have been afraid, my dear, being here alone." I hold her closer to me. "Have you managed alright, the last couple of days?"
"I wasn't afraid, really. I was confused at first, but I kept expecting my father to come back - I thought I must have been traveling with him. Other than that, I didn't think that there was anything amiss. Once I'd…well, finished chasing off the intruder, that is," I add sheepishly. "Mostly, I read. But I'm afraid the kitchen is a terrible mess, darling. I'm sorry! There was nobody else to cook, you see. I tried to clean the burn marks off of the small saucepan - I hope I didn't ruin it!"