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Post by Kovu on Feb 21, 2009 22:52:25 GMT -5
Kovu burst out laughing when he heard Esmerelda's story. He immediately clamped his mouth shut, remembering that there were still two dangerous villians in the house.
"I can't believe this Esme," he said quietly. "Those two couldn't be more perfect for eachother. How long do those herbs last anyway?"
He looked over at Quasi to get his reaction.
**** Clayton ****
Clayton leaned over the sink, one hand holding a glass of whiskey, the other splayed against the countertop. He couldn't understand what was going on. How could he all of a sudden fall for Tremaine? This entire night was a disaster.
Taking a drink from his glass, he swirled the whiskey around in his mouth before swallowing, hoping that it would take the crazy feelings along with it. He was tired, his body ached and his eyelids felt heavy. He just wanted the night to end.
Suddenly he heard a sound from the sitting room and his head jerked up. He knew that sound and it made him angry. Setting the glass aside, he moved towards the door of the kitchen, listening carefully. The sound had stopped but the hunter knew he had heard it.
[[Will he discover them or will something (or someone *wink wink* distract him?]]
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Post by esmeralda on Feb 21, 2009 23:18:14 GMT -5
**** Esmeralda ******
Esmeralda placed her hand over Kovu's mouth when he burst out laughing, trying to avoid that the villains heard them, but she was giggling herself.
"I don't know how long they will last, my dear," she replied quietly. "But I hope they will last for a while, so we can get out of here. Hopefully alive."
**** Lady Tremaine ****
Light footsteps came down the stairs from the second floor, and the kitchen door went up, quietly. Lady Tremaine could not believe herself. What was going on? Never had she reacted like this because of a man, not even when she was forced to marry her first husband.
Lady Tremaine made her way into the kitchen. Now she needed a glass of water, to calm down her burning cheeks. Her blushing deepened when she noticed the big, strong hunter near the kitchen sink. Wasn't he in the living room?
She walked over to him, placing a slender hand softly on his arm.
"Are you alright?" she asked, in a milder voice than she ever had expected from herself. Her green eyes looked up at him.
((Just for the sake of great plot, let's say someone ;D ;D ;D *Puts on cheerleader outfit and pom poms* Gooooooo Clayton!!! ))
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Post by Clayton on Feb 22, 2009 11:59:18 GMT -5
[[*imagines Tremaine in cheerleading outfit and shivers* *smacks side of head* Get out, get out, get out . . . *]]
Clayton looked up as the kitchen door opened and Tremaine entered. The hunter's face paled as the woman approached him, his eyes returning to the draining hole of the sink. He shivered involutarily as she touched his arm, the touch as soft as any woman he had ever met. For a moment he thought that his late wife was there with him.
"I, uh, I'm alright," he answered, turning his face away and wiping the tears from his eye with his fingers. "Just a little drained, is all. Long night."
He straightened up and cleared his throat. "How is Esmerelda?" he asked casually.
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Post by ladytremaine on Feb 22, 2009 13:44:56 GMT -5
(( ;D ;D ;D Tremaine in a cheerleader outfit!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Good one!!! ;D ;D I was thinking of Esmeralda in a cheerleader outfit, dancing in front of Kovu and tickling him with her... pom poms* ;D ;D ))
Lady Tremaine noticed the man shiver by the touch of her hand. Thinking that she had been too bold, she smiled and retreated her hand. She wondered slightly what kind of impression he might have of her. She raised her eyebrows questioning when she noticed he turned his face away from her. Was that a... tear glittering in his eye? For the first time in her life, Lady Tremaine had no idea what to do or say.
"Perhaps you need to rest for a while," she said gently. "There is a guestroom upstairs you can use if you like. The servants prepared the room this afternoon."
When he asked about Esmeralda she straightened her back, trying to ignore that little tag of hatred in her heart.
"I believe she will get better. Now she had a bath and I gave her a clean dress. She said she needed to be alone and rest for a while."
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Post by Clayton on Feb 22, 2009 21:46:16 GMT -5
Clayton could sense the tone in the woman's voice and hoped he hadn't offended her. He wasn't sure if he should explain himself, or if that would make any difference. He wasn't trying to win the woman's affections, after all!
"Thank you for the offer," he replied. "But I think this whiskey is doing the trick." He set his glass aside and leaned back against the sink.
"Perhaps tonight was a mistake," he mused to himself, staring at a spot on the kitchen floor. "All I've done was make a fool of myself and what do I have to show for it? I shouldn't have put you through all this. I'm sorry."
[[Wow, Clayton's getting pretty deep, isn't he . . . ]]
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Post by ladytremaine on Feb 25, 2009 13:50:31 GMT -5
Lady Tremaine smiled calmly, in a softer way than she had ever smiled to anyone for years. She had been a beauty as a young girl, but so cruelly treated by her parents that she had blocked her emotions to avoid getting hurt. Only her brother Frollo had seen the smile that was on her face right now, and the emerald color that came in her eyes when the frost melted. "I hope you will be well soon," she replied in a soft voice, wondering what on earth was wrong with her. "You have not made a fool of yourself. I have. I'm sorry for giving you so much trouble." ((Deep conversations can be expected from people of higher classes ;D Tremaine is showing a new side of herself too ))
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Post by Clayton on Feb 25, 2009 18:23:30 GMT -5
[[Should we start letting our characters share their feelings?]]
Clayton saw the smile on Tremaine's face and silently thought that it was the most beautiful sight he had seen in years. He wondered why she did not show more of this side of her. It was quite charming.
When Tremaine appologized, Clayton looked at her in confusion. "What have you to be sorry for?" he asked in surprise. "You have caused me no trouble. I recieved the pain that I deserved, nothing more. In fact," he paused and gnawed on his bottom lip, wondering if he should continue. "You have been the brightest spot of this whole dreary night."
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Post by ladytremaine on Feb 25, 2009 18:37:01 GMT -5
((I'm up for anything you like ;D I love rp'ing with you. Our plots always turn out to be great ones *Huggles* )) Lady Tremaine had no idea that Clayton noticed her smile, or what he was thinking of it. She was more concerned about him, having noticing him alone and crying in the kitchen. She was troubled by a strange and totally unusually feeling of.... compassion. She had to fight back an urge to take the strong hunter in her arms, hold him tightly and tell him that everything would be all right. Lady Tremaine looked up at him again, quietly remembering her childhood, how cold and painful it had been. Her green eyes sought his gaze, reading the pain in his eyes. It reflected her own pain, the one she had gone through her entire childhood, untill all her hopes and dreams were killed and she turned into a cold, unfeeling woman. "Nobody deserve pain like that," she replied quietly. "Nobody deserve to suffer this much." His next words took her by surprise, and she looked up at him, chuckling with mild amusement. "Bright spot? Me? You must be the only person in the world who thinks that about me." She paused for a moment, looking down. Then she added, almost reluctantly. "You have made my night brighter as well."
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Post by Clayton on Feb 25, 2009 19:08:56 GMT -5
[[Awwww!! They are so cute together. *gets out the camara and nerdily takes continuious shots of the couple* My little baby is growing up! ]] Clayton heard Tremaine speak in a low voice and shook his head. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the counter. "If you knew anything about my past, you would say that I deserved far more than what the gypsy has put me through tonight. I am not the proper gentleman that I seem to be, Lady Tremaine." His eyes darted over to the woman when she replied to his comments. "I find that hard to believe, madam," he told her. "You are a woman with many good traits. Surely your late husband was . . ." He trailed off, wondering if he hit a tender spot and bowed his head in shame.
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Post by Nani Pelekai on Feb 25, 2009 19:11:08 GMT -5
[FROLLO DOES NOT APPROVE OF THIS RELATIONSHIP! XDD YOU ARE MY LIFE, DARN YOU! -eyes his Tremaine- Clayton, get yo' hands off my butt-haired sister! XP -Cradles his sister lovingly- D<
I love you two. -Kisses Poca/Esme's head- XP]
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Post by ladytremaine on Feb 25, 2009 19:21:36 GMT -5
((They really are cute together ;D *melts and hugs Poca, offering her a paper tissue and a chocolate* We have to let go sooner or later. You knew this day would come. )) Clayton heard Tremaine speak in a low voice and shook his head. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the counter. Lady Tremaine looked up at Clayton, how he folded his strong arms across his chest and leaned back against the counter. It felt strange to be in the kitchen like this, in an intimate conversation with a man. Her two marriages had been formalities only. No feelings involved. But this.... She didn't dare to look up at him. Not until she heard his words. She looked up at him, and looked into his eyes. For the first time she felt shame about her own life. "I have no reason to judge you, Lord Clayton. Whatever your past may have been, I bet you are a better man than I. I am not the proper lady that I seem to be, Lord Clayton." When he mentioned her late husband, she smiled sadly, but her voice didn't show any signs of anger, or of being hurt. She had felt the time right to speak of her life for a long time. But it could only happen with someone who would listen and understand, and not judge her too harshly. She had a feeble hope that maybe Lord Clayton could be that someone. "My story is long and cruel, Lord Clayton. But in the past is hidden all the reasons why I became the person I am, and how." ((AHAHAHAHAHA!!! I love you Nani!!!! ;D ;D ;D ))
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Post by Clayton on Feb 25, 2009 22:34:57 GMT -5
[[*Tackleglomps Nani and Tremaine* You both are so AWESOME!!!!]]
Clayton listened to Tremaine's words, realizing how alike the two of them were. He could see the emotion in her face as she thought of her husband, though she never let it enter her voice. If only he had that same restraint.
With a sigh, he pushing himself from the counter, standing upright and before her. "I have demons in my past as well," he said softly. "Perhaps we can help eachother then." He stepped closer and place a hand on top of hers. "Tremaine," he whispered tenderly. "You can confide in me."
[[*reaches for tissue box and awaits Tremaine's reply*]]
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Post by ladytremaine on Feb 26, 2009 11:00:24 GMT -5
[[*Tackleglomps Nani and Clayton* You both are so AWESOME!!!! I love you guys! ;D And Clayton, keep those paper tissues ready ;D ]]
Lady Tremaine looked at Clayton while he pushed himself from the counter, standing upright and before her. She blushed when she heard the softness in his voice, and felt his strong hand on top of hers. So few people dared to speak to her like this. They only saw the aristocrat in her. It took a very wise heart to recognize the human behind this mask of ice. She sighed by his tender words, and looked up at him with glittering eyes.
"I know, Clayton," she whispered back, suddenly shy as a school girl. "You can confide in me too."
She took a deep breath, and started her heartbreaking story.
"My full name is Jeanne-Claudiné Frollo Tremaine. I am the youngest of the three children of the Duke and Duchess of Normandy. My brothers were named Jehan and Claude. I was raised by my mother, the Duchess of Normandy, who taught her children that the only way to survive in life was to walk through it without any emotions, hopes or dreams. The woman who crushed all of us from our earliest childhood. The woman who beat or whipped her own children with a cane for showing any trace of spontaneous behavior."
She listened to the rain falling against the window as she continued her story. It was as if the memory wiped her age away, and she was one again the timid young girl she once had been.
"My brothers were sent away to a monastery to study when they were still too young. I cried the day they left. My brother Jehan turned to drinking, and he died later. I was 8 years old when my brothers left, and I gave them my favorite doll to remember me by. As soon as my two only protectors, my brothers, were gone, my parents forced me into marrying the Earl of Rochester. He couldn't pronounce my French name, so he renamed me. In my first marriage, I was named Lady Claudia Tremaine of Rochester. I secretly kept my French name, and that is the name I prefer to be called by. In my heart I am still the Duchess of Normandy."
Her eyes gazed against the dark windows as the memories came back.
"I believed for many years that God had abandoned me..." she whispered with tear-filled eyes. "When my brothers were sent to the monastery, and I was forced into marrying a man I didn't love. I was so afraid, Clayton... So alone and frightened.... My parents told me that both Claude and Jehan were dead... They broke my heart."
Lady Tremaine looked over at Clayton and smiled. But not the cold smile she used to smile to all other people. This was a warm, caring smile, from the time before her parents had crushed all her hopes and dreams, and made her into the iron woman she was now.
"As long as both Jehan and Claude were there to protect me, mother didn't dare to give me away. She was afraid to lose her favorite sons if she did. But the moment my brothers left, she was in her room, writing to my first husband, the Earl of Rochester. He came to fetch me already the day after. I tried to resist, I struggled, screamed and cried, but our parents showed no mercy. One week later, I was married to him. I hated every second of that marriage. Luckily, my husband had a lot of lovers, so he left me alone. At least until I reached my teens."
She lowered her head and a tear tricked down her cheek. She hid her face in her hands, trying to hide her shame.
"My husband... forced himself into my room one night when he was drunk... And he.. he...."
The rest of the sentence was drowned in an unfamiliar sob. Still hiding her face in her hands, she muttered unclearly.
"My two daughters Druzilla and Anastasia were born later that year..."
A cruel smile crossed her face as she once again lifted her face to look at Clayton.
"Shortly after my daughters were born, the Earl of Rochester died in great pain after eating a box of cookies that were found in his room. The cookies were poisoned."
She looked into Clayton's eyes as she calmly spoke about her first husband's death. She had never loved him. Would Clayton understand where the cookies had come from? Or why her husband had died? She hoped he would. He seemed to be highly intelligent, and she didn't want to lie to him.
((Leaving room for Clayton's eventual reactions and comments ;D ))
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Post by Judge Claude Frollo on Feb 26, 2009 11:24:03 GMT -5
[xD Frollo's not dead, my love! Awwww . . . I'm getting a tissue. ;_; <3333]
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Post by Clayton on Feb 26, 2009 21:19:44 GMT -5
[[*grabs tissue and blows nose loudly* *hugs Tremaine tightly*]]
Clayton watched Tremaine as she prepared herself to tell her story. He could tell that it was difficult and his heart instantly ached. He held her hand as she talked, his thumb subconciously moving in circles on her skin, wanting to comfort her.
His eyes narrowed when she talked about her brothers. Claude Frollo? That crazy judge that was after Esmerelda? Now that he thought about it, Clayton could see the family resemblence. But since Tremaine was in such a vulnerable position, he put his personal thoughts out of his mind.
The hunter looked away when Tremaine spoke of her mother's harsh treatment of her. At least your mother knew that you were alive! he said to himself. I grew up in the shadow of my brother and niave sister who cost me my entire inheritance. I would have been grateful if my father had beat me.
Clayton was pulled out of his ill thoughts when Tremaine confessed of her first night with her new husband. Clayton had seen many things in his life, but the thought of what that man had robbed her of . . .
Knowing that there was a lady present, Clayton mentally swore every curse word he could think of. When Tremaine broke down into tears, Clayton wrapped his arm around the woman's shoulder and held her close. The hunter grinned slyly as Tremaine explained about her late husband's death.
Smart woman, he admitted.
[[Are you including Cindy's dad in your back history? Does he have any significance?]]
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