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Léon Belmont ([info]ex_the_ambas216) wrote in [info]toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-03-28 07:54:00

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Entry tags:ambassadors_ball, leon_belmont

An Invitation to the French Ambassador's Ball
Subject: The Ambassadors Ball
Where: The French Embassy
Who: Léon Belmont, the French Ambassador to the English court
Warnings: none as yet
Open to: All (all players may attend either as invited guests of the ambassador, as servants or guests of those invited, as staff, or as gate-crashers.)


The ballroom of the Embassy was already growing busy, and when Citizen Belmont paused for a moment besides one of the large windows, he could see yet more carriages pulling up outside, wreathed in the mist blowing in from the river.

The quartet had been playing now for a good half an hour, new French tunes as well as those the English favoured. His staff was busy handing out good French wine, and then refilling those glasses when they were drained.

It was going to be a good evening, and not only in the eyes of the party-goers. With some of England’s most prominent aristos on the guest list, and some than some newly arrived French nationals, tonight would be a night of information gathering, of sizing up the opposition, and perhaps even ensuring some of those French escapees were returned to face justice.



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[info]tigersatthegate
2008-04-25 11:39 pm UTC (link)
Aimé breathes a sigh of relief, reaching out and wrapping his arms around Mercedes, clinging to him although he knows they could be spotted from the house. "I do not care who you sleep with, Mercedes, I assumed you had some boy or other on your ship. As long as you love me I do not mind."

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[info]mercedes_dupont
2008-04-25 11:43 pm UTC (link)
All the tension in the man's muscles seems to snap suddenly, and he wraps his own arms around Aimé, holding him close, but not before pressing his lips against the boy's cheek. "Never again, Aimé, never, ever again, I promise you." He assures, silently thanking whatever deity ensured his safety tonight had granted him this one mercy. "I was a stupid fool."

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[info]tigersatthegate
2008-04-25 11:51 pm UTC (link)
Aimé nods, burring his face into Mercedes' shoulder. "I do not care. You understand about the men I entertain, why should I not grant you the same respect?"

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[info]mercedes_dupont
2008-04-25 11:55 pm UTC (link)
Mercedes smiles, too pleased too do anything but hold the boy close to him, enjoying the warmth of Amié and even the pressure of his face pressed against the bruised shoulder. "You look after your family. I was being selfish. But I promise you, Aimé, I will not be so stupid again, ever." He repeats, and then gently tips the boy's head up, kissing him.

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