Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2015 0:14:13 GMT -5
The sun was just setting in west; sending streaks of pink and crimson across the sky in the distance, nestled behind the tree line in thick, knotted clouds -- and the lamps along the hamlet streets were being lit, hung from the posts of modest homes, casting shadows on the fading day. It was almost time for the evening meal; but Antoinette did not feel her steps dictated by propriety and schedule that evening, for once; her slippered feet ambling casually down the beaten path that wound its way through the city. Even among the faint din of the day coming to a close, shops locking up and friends calling out to one another in the streets, Antoinette could still pick out the familiar noises of her own life -- the clink of her guard's plate armor as he walked, always several steps behind; the lovely swish of her own long gown, just skimming the ground below her.
Emile, walking beside her; his draw of breath, the murmur in his throat when he saw something pleasing. That, was the most familiar of all, perhaps -- sensing he was there, beside her, even as they fell into a moment of uncharacteristic silence.
"Really, though." Antoinette's soft voice punctuated the space between them, even as the sounds of the city street started to grow louder, as people milled about, seeking their respective destinations. "Try it. I think you'd like it." Her blue eyes remained fixed on the road before them, but in one hand she offered up to her cousin what she had been tempting him to try for the last several minutes -- one object of her own inclination that evening, a partial reason she had coerced her cousin from the castle to meander inner Lockewood that evening -- a pastry puff, dusted with sugar, that held a weight to it; suggesting some sort of jam or jelly harbored inside. There was a popular bakery in the city proper that supplied the castle with all sorts of goods, but Antoinette had wanted a reason to move past the high walls that day; and she found just the right one. Anything to make the day more interesting; and she had had enough to trouble her mind, after her brief conversation with Carlotta earlier that day...
Antoinette, with her free hand, ran one finger over her lips; sure to erase any lingering powder from the confection that she had missed. Blue eyes glanced over at Emile, one eyebrow arching on her forehead. "You've not foresaken sweets just yet, have you?" she added, a laugh caught in her throat.
Emile Deveraux
Emile, walking beside her; his draw of breath, the murmur in his throat when he saw something pleasing. That, was the most familiar of all, perhaps -- sensing he was there, beside her, even as they fell into a moment of uncharacteristic silence.
"Really, though." Antoinette's soft voice punctuated the space between them, even as the sounds of the city street started to grow louder, as people milled about, seeking their respective destinations. "Try it. I think you'd like it." Her blue eyes remained fixed on the road before them, but in one hand she offered up to her cousin what she had been tempting him to try for the last several minutes -- one object of her own inclination that evening, a partial reason she had coerced her cousin from the castle to meander inner Lockewood that evening -- a pastry puff, dusted with sugar, that held a weight to it; suggesting some sort of jam or jelly harbored inside. There was a popular bakery in the city proper that supplied the castle with all sorts of goods, but Antoinette had wanted a reason to move past the high walls that day; and she found just the right one. Anything to make the day more interesting; and she had had enough to trouble her mind, after her brief conversation with Carlotta earlier that day...
Antoinette, with her free hand, ran one finger over her lips; sure to erase any lingering powder from the confection that she had missed. Blue eyes glanced over at Emile, one eyebrow arching on her forehead. "You've not foresaken sweets just yet, have you?" she added, a laugh caught in her throat.
Emile Deveraux