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Duchesse du Labarre. (laduchesse) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-06-09 19:42:00

Entry tags:

christopher_blake, thérèse_du_labarre

Subject: Dinnertime.
Who: Thérèse du Labarre.
Where: Dining room, Christopher's estate.
Warnings: None.
Open to: Christopher Blake.

For the first time in weeks, Thérèse wasn't wearing black.

She felt foreign in a colour, actually. She was unused to it. Every time she looked down, she had to do a double take. Her dress was a light lilac, almost a cream, and had pretty embroidery over the bodice. Not the plain mourning gown she was used to. But this wasn't an evening for sitting around and moping about Julien. This evening, she was to have dinner with the Lord.

She was looking forward to it. Christopher was a sweetheart, and she was looking forward to just sitting and having dinner and talking. She wanted to look her best, too, hence the new, pretty dress, and the way her hair was set in a simple but attractive updo, little flowers dotted through the dark curls. Forget-me-nots. How apt.

It was nearly eight, so she checked herself in the mirror, making sure she was nearly ready. A few last additions - a pair of drop earrings and her rosary around her neck - and she was done, opening the door and making her way downstairs to the dining hall. There, she paused, before knocking on the door and stepping inside. "Is my presence required yet?" She asked quietly, looking around for a sign of life.

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blakethesecond
2008-06-09 08:18 pm UTC (link)

Christopher had spent the past few hours checking that he knew precisely what to ask and how to ask it. Business with Thérèse was not going to be pleasant in the future and it was best he go about finding what she knew and who she was sooner than later. He doubted very much that she was a threat to the French society - her only crime was not paying enough attention to her husband when he lived, or so she'd have him believed. But appearances could be deceiving, something Christopher had learnt many years ago.

The table was set, his other guests having vacated a while before on his request. This was to be a silent and uninterrupted affair so she would feel safe. Lord knew how long... but Christopher had to get right to the point. Charlot had wanted to attend but Thérèse didn't know him all that well and might be put off by his presence.

At the sound of her voice Christopher jumped and spun around; he was wearing his best suit, his hair combed nicely and his face fresh. With a smile he gestured to the table. "Of course."

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laduchesse
2008-06-09 08:40 pm UTC (link)

In all honestly, Thérèse had committed no crimes besides, perhaps, being naive and slightly cavalier with money. She'd overspent, been slightly careless, but she'd never been taught the value of money. Only now was she learning it. Had she been more aware, then she probably wouldn't be finding herself in the situation she was now.

The 'widowed and miles from home' situation, not the 'stood in an attractive man's dining room' situation. Because he was quite the looker. Not that she wasn't aware of this anyway, but it became even more apparent when he wore such a nice suit, and his hair was combed and neat. Thérèse had to smile, stepping a little further into the room. "Do you like my dress?" She asked softly, gesturing to herself. She was a little self-conscious; black looked good on everyone, made everyone look decent, but colour was harder to pull off, especially such a light one. "It's new. I went to London to buy it. I hope I shan't be chastised for leaving without telling you... I didn't want to put you out, force you into another day of boring chaperoning."

	blakethesecond 2008-06-09 08:56 pm UTC (link)
	"I would have gladly come with you," he told her, but on seeing her dress he had to admit he had thought she was thoroughly, inexplicably beautiful. Clearing his throat, he smiled at her. "You look wonderful. Truly. You do a better job without me." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	blakethesecond 2008-06-12 05:22 pm UTC (link)
	Christopher nodded, mentally noting the name. "I am sorry for that." And I am sorry that you must be once again betrayed by a man you trust. With a sigh he continued to eat in silence. He had no idea what to tell her or how to progress further. She was obviously uncomfortable so he left it a few minutes before he spoke agani. "How did you escape?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)