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ange de la cour ([info]angedelacour) wrote in [info]toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-06-29 16:21:00

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Entry tags:aime_laurent, angelique_worthington, character_development, thérèse_du_labarre, tristan_vaillant

the boredom that is england
Subject: An Afternoon at home.
Who: Angélique Worthington
Where: The London town home of the duke of Huntingdon
Warnings: none yet
Open to: Anyone wishing to visit Angel at home.

Lady Marie Angélique Thérèse Zéphyrine Worthington, daughter of the duke of Huntingdon, granddaughter of the duc d'Aumont, 2nd cousin to the king of England, 2nd cousin to the king of france, grand-neice of the Duke of Savoy, neice of the Duchess of Parma, neice of the Elector of Bavaria, grand-niece of Queen Sophia of Prussia, cousin to the prince of Salm-Kyrburg and great-great-great granddaughter of the Sun King (to name just a few members of the family tree) was bored.

She had been bored since the first moment she stepped foot on this sunless little island, and it seemed as though she was going to be bored until she died of a sheer lack of interest in living. Life was hollow, empty and meaningless. The world was gray and dark in her eyes, and no sun shone in the sky.

She raised a delicate ivory fan to hide her face and flicked it opened in closed in practiced, graceful motions. Come here, stay there, tell no one, the fan said in rapid succession. She drew it across her eyes- I am sorry. Angélique sighed and turned from the window, disgusted by the the lack of any semblance of a view and walked to the couch with the gliding steps of the ladies of Versailles, never raising a slippered foot so she would not step on her train, and never disturbing the front of her gown so that she appeared to float across the marble floor rather than move. It was an art she had mastered by watching the Queen and not one she would forget. English girls moved like drunken elephants, skirts swaying like lumpy flags with each step, and Angel so desperately wished her friends could see it. How they would have laughed! Oh, the jokes that would have been told...

Another sigh came she she sank onto a chair and cast a mildly disgusted glance down at her new day dress. Maman had insisted on it, had seemed to think new clothes would help her like this dreary prison more. What nonsensical folly. She snapped open the fan with a derisive flick when a servant entered. A guest?

"I don't care who it is. Show them in. Anyone would improve my company today." She waited expectantly as the man bowed, disappeared, and footsteps approached the door. Oh, please let it be someone entertaining...

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[info]angedelacour
2008-06-30 03:06 am UTC (link)
"Truly?" Angélique questioned sadly. "More executions. I suppose it shall never end." She looked down at the fan still held in her lap and traced the carving with a finger.

"England is..." Dreadful. Disgusting. Wretched. Horrible. Barbaric. "different. I miss home more than I can say. The Trianon, the gardens at Versailles, the masques and balls and the parties... I do not know how you have survived five months here. I feel as if--" As if she would rather be waiting to lose her head, but papa would throttle her for saying it "-I shall never be so happy again." She looked up at Aimé with a smile. "But never mind. You must have a secret to life in England. What do people do here?"

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[info]tigersatthegate
2008-06-30 08:05 am UTC (link)
"Oh, but there a parties here and masked balls, you just have to wait a little longer to find yourselves invited to one." He said, smoothing down the creases that had begun to appear in the fine cloth of his trousers. "A Secret life? Whatever do you mean, Angélique?"

What do people do? Plot and backstab and have affairs much like at home in France although they are much better at hiding it Aimé thought but she would probably not like to hear that so he simply shrugged.
"Lots of things - the theatre is very popular, and hunts. I've been told so are duels but I've yet to see one."

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[info]angedelacour
2008-06-30 05:32 pm UTC (link)
Wait? But what did you do whilst you waited? Should she start sewing tapestries? "I mean, your secret to not dying of boredom with all this waiting. That is what Papa says: wait. But why, Aimé? These English value their... solemnity." She didn't sound quite as petulant as she felt, but it was still the sulking of someone who had almost never known a moment without either great amusement or lately, sheer terror. Angel was aware of only two states in life and neither was much help now.

"Duels?" she couldn't help a flicker of interest. She flicked the fan open again and twisted it in her hand. "Someone should introduce that custom to the Revolutionaries." Theater in England did not interest her. Perhaps later, after she knew people... "But I suppose we must wait."

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[info]tigersatthegate
2008-07-03 12:51 pm UTC (link)
Aimé shrugged. He knew he must appear very dull but he could hardly tell her exactly what England was really like, formal to the eye but behind closed doors a strange world of unbridled passions and closet romances and everyone with secrets.

"I'm sure there will be a duel soon. There is talk of a war with France, an invasion to liberate the country. Everyone has an opinion on the matter and most are willing to come to blows about it." He said, hoping that at least would appeal to her.

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[info]angedelacour
2008-07-03 04:37 pm UTC (link)
Angel's laugh was bitter. "Yes, yes. Talk and talk and talk. That is what they do very well here." She rolled her eyes and fluttered the fan, but when she put it away from her face she was smiling. Her eyes were dancing with the promise of a new idea.

"Aimé, I am sorry. I do not mean to be so mournful; let us not speak of such things just now, for you, dearest friend, have inspired me with your genius idea!" she said with feeling. "Enough waiting, as you say. I am going to throw a ball. Well, maman will throw it but I will see to it. Oh, would you come, Aimé? It should be a masquerade. That way, no one shall know any one at all until the end of the evening. Wouldn't it be delightful?"

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[info]tigersatthegate
2008-07-04 09:15 am UTC (link)
"A masquerade?" Aimé said, not quite sure what he thought of that or being called dearest friend but a masquerade would be a distraction from the troubles at home with his brother. He had become far too serious since moving to England. "I think that would be more than delightful. I'm sure all sorts of wicked deeds could be committed if no-one knew the identity of anyone else."

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