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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Re: [RP Log, Go!]

[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?"

Re: [RP Log, Go!]

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

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.