10 [Private to Giselle]

[impure_tale]

To my loveliest Giselle,

Each of the seven days in the last week have been days without sunshine, for not once have I seen your face nor even heard a kind word. Have you fallen ill, my pet? I pray I have not offended you in some way; it breaks my heart to even think it. I know that I have -- changed, for the time being, but please know it is still me.

Ask anything of me, and it is yours, but please -- favor me with your company again. A glance. A word, even on paper. A gesture. All of these things are precious to me, and I await your reply in earnest.

Yours,
Donatien

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You are an angel, Mademoiselle.

And I suggest a walk. I realize it is a bit late, but I feel restless, and I would relish the chance to talk with you a while in person.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Shall I come and collect you at your quarters then, Mademoiselle?

[RP Log, Go!]

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

The Marquis that came to Giselle's door was not the same was the one that had escorted her home a week prior. He is younger, firstly, with soft cherubic features and a fine frame -- but with the same puckishly glinting eyes. His clothing does not fit quite as well -- but he's been careful on his part to choose pieces that do not show it so much. The suit is cleaned and pressed. His hair, a much, much lighter blonde than it is in his older age, is neatly washed and tied back in a tail. He looks like he's ready to conquer.

And so he begins, first with a disarming smile when she comes to the door. He bows at the waist, taking her hand and kissing the back of it genially.

"Mademoiselle..."

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

"Only with your permission, my flower," he returned smoothly, lifting his eyes to meet gazes with hers. "Though I am sad to say that on a normal day I'm hardly the proper age for such a match. You would find many a more agreeable suitor than this humble troll, I assure you." He stood his full height, then, and offered his arm. "Shall we?"

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He smiled warmly; a little passive-aggressiveness never hurt anyone, it seemed. He spoke ill of himself and simply waited for her to deny it. Reaching to touch the hand on his arm, his eyes gleamed mischievously. "Does that mean I have your permission, mademoiselle?" he asked, only half-serious as he escorted her out of the hallway, hoping to make his way for the deck and a view of the stars.