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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 17, 2020 20:15:30 GMT
Justine leaned back a little, studying Ceutinde’s face. It just didn’t seem right to be kissing and touching when she spoke of her husband. She wiped away the tears from her cheeks with a thumb. “I’m...” Sorry wasn’t enough. “You clearly loved him very much. And you have truly honored his memory here. If he were here, he would be so proud.” She kissed her forehead tenderly. “You’re one of the good ones.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 17, 2020 21:02:59 GMT
Ceutinde laughed through the tears still in her eyes. "I know he is. But now I've gone and ruined the mood." She leaned back and wiped her own eyes. "He wouldn't want me moping over him decades after the fact."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 17, 2020 22:09:32 GMT
Justine kissed Ceutinde’s cheek again and sat down on her lap, resting her head against the elf’s chest. “Decades, huh?” She chuckled and toyed with the hem of her blouse. “I guess you’re really robbing the cradle here. It’s hard to remember how long elves live. I guess he’ll always be around as long as people remember him. And with you and Leuwinmorgh, it’ll be a long long time.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 18, 2020 6:14:57 GMT
Ceutinde laughed, snorting a bit through what was left of the tears. "I know he's always watching. Always did like to, the voyeur. But yes, if I were human, I could be your grandmother." She bounced her knee under Justine and reached up to pinch her cheek. "So be good, or granny Ceutinde will have you go cut yourself a switch."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 18, 2020 14:12:43 GMT
Justine pushed Ceutinde’s hand away from her face and giggled. “That’s not much of a motivation to be good, then, granny.” She kissed her cheeks again. “Do you want to go to bed still? It’s late, we can just sleep.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 18, 2020 16:18:19 GMT
"I believe I said relax, not sleep." Ceutinde answered, placing a finger under Justine's chin and kissing her lips. She bit the bottom one softly before pulling back. "You need wearing out before bed. Helps keep the bad dreams away. Doctor's orders."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 18, 2020 16:39:26 GMT
Justine was already far less worried: about conspiracy, about Ceutinde’s plans, about the mist... “You’re the best Doctor I’ve ever had.” She kissed her back, nearly melting against her. And then she pulled away, springing to her feet and whirling to take Ceutinde’s hand and pull her toward the bed.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 27, 2020 17:56:33 GMT
As one of the few primarily Elven establishments in Bastion, Herneiros actually had a very easy time finding her room by simply asking the staff.
The Wild Huntsman knocked politely on the door.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 27, 2020 18:14:30 GMT
Juliette stretched on the bed, staring at the door with some annoyance. But then again, wasn’t lying in bed during this precious time a waste? She rose and wrapped Justine’s silk robe around her, knotting the belt around her waist. It wasn’t Ceutinde, but who else might be looking for Justine? Whoever it was, Juliette was sure she could handle them.
She opened the door. “Yeeeeeesss?”
Her mouth opened in surprise as she saw the Hunter filling the doorway, but she just looked him up and down before languidly learning her back against the frame. “And what do you need Justine for?” She asked as she tilted her head almost coquettishly. It would have been, if the way her eyes focused on him were not so predatory.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 27, 2020 19:54:56 GMT
"....ah."
Herneiros leaned against the doorframe before finally declaring, "I think I would rather speak with you first, Juliette. If you don't mind my tawdry company."
He was mentally taking stock of all the spells he knew that would make her life uncomfortable. Herneiros wondered if Juliette was aware of his talents or not, but regardless, he just wanted a friendly chat for now.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 27, 2020 20:06:46 GMT
A heartbeat later, Juliette moved aside to let him in. She gestured to the comfortable chair. She sat on the edge of the bed, moving her legs back and forth as they dangled.
She smiled again and it didn’t reach her eyes. “Very well then, Hunter. What do you wish to discuss? I’m surprised you want to speak with me at all. You were a little hostile on the ship.”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 27, 2020 20:16:54 GMT
Herneiros took a seat. "As a hunter, one tends to categorize living creatures into prey, friends, and Nigel Thornheart. I was rather unprepared for you that night... but I have had time to consider your dual dilemma and decided I know too little about you to make such a judgment call. I hope you will forgive my early rudeness."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 27, 2020 20:23:04 GMT
“Apology accepted.”
She pulled her legs up and under her on the bed. She frowned and studied her fingernails. “Nigel, Nigel, Nigel. Justine used to read me his book and swoon over it. He is, and has always been, a bloated blow hard who thinks much more of himself than he is worth. I’m pleased to see you agree. Somehow Justine has regained some affection for the fellow...” She paused and looked back up at him.
“That can’t be why you came. The apology? I’m sure you imagined you would speak with Justine.”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 27, 2020 20:30:44 GMT
"Of course. But to save time, I am wondering if you and your... sister share memories. Or if every day is like a mystery novel for you."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 27, 2020 20:52:58 GMT
Juliette sighed. “More or less, yes we do. Sometimes she chooses not to. She didn’t like today. She may forget some of it.” Her eyes met his. “I’ll remember though. I remember everything.”
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