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Léon Belmont (ex_the_ambas216) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-07-13 21:25:00

Entry tags:

elisamarie_fournier, leon_belmont, plot

Léon Belmont: Posion Hath Been His Untimely Death
Subject: Posion
Who: Léon Belmont
Where: The French Embassy
Warnings: To Be Added
Open to: Elisamarie

It had been a good production. More than good. Nell had been the obvious star, of course, but this role had been different to all those that had come before. Nell had done well though; he was quite the little actor. Not only pleasant to look at, but skilled in more ways than his previous roles had allowed him to display. He was the star of the show; he stole the stage from whatever youth had taken the character of Romeo. He had been badly cast, in Léon’s own humble opinion, too young to play a believable opposite to Nell’s Juliet. Nell was more suited to older men, Harry Fisher knew that well enough. What the man was thinking when he cast Romeo Léon did not know…

He paused in his thoughts, looking out of the carriage window, the sound of the vial tapping against his hand the only noise within for a moment, although the carriage wheels squeaked and splashed through puddles.

Harry Fisher didn’t seem to know much about anything at the moment. Nell wasn’t available that evening, he’d said, Léon should have booked ahead. Nell was growing more and more popular, Léon could see that plain enough, with richer men, richer and more powerful than himself too, as Fisher had booked Nell up to spend the first night after this highly popular new play with them. More powerful and more important to Harry Fisher’s business dealings. A lord of some sort then, or a judge. Some Englishmen with deep pockets and influence. Someone who could keep Harry Fisher in power, out of trouble, and in the black.

He snorted to himself as the carriage drove down the gravel to the Embassy, and he got out. At least an hour earlier than he had wanted to be. But Nell was not free, and no amount of pushing and pulling would change that. No doubt the staff would be able to serve dinner tonight earlier than expected and he could take care of… other business. Before the footman opened the front door, complete with attached warrants, Léon had slipped the little glass vial into his pocket, out of sight. “Tell the kitchen staff dinner will be for 8 ‘o’clock, Marius.”

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ascesis_ira
2008-07-13 04:35 pm UTC (link)

Elisamaire frowned, setting her hands in front of her, clasped. "It is hardly late, and your household does not run itself, Monsieur."

An invitation to dinner? He must be quite upset about his little tart being unavailable if he would settle for her as his dinner guest.
"Dinner? I am not quite sure Monsieur Belmont if I have the same credentials as your usual companion."

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ex_the_ambas216
2008-07-13 05:00 pm UTC (link)

"I usually dine alone, Madamosielle, in my office. Your company would be much more pleasent than piles of paperwork." He smiled slightly, knowing exactly what the woman meant. Nell did often eat with him- but the boy hardly ate at the Theatre, and although Elisamarie probably had the mothering instinct of a weasel, she could not object with the boy eating.

"I know you help out a lot, Madamosielle, and I am sure the maids and kitchen staff are greatful for your guidance." He smiled at her again, "I do not know how on earth they managed without you." He added, carefully keeping the sarcasm from his voice.

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	ascesis_ira 2008-07-13 05:08 pm UTC (link)
	"The boy doesn't eat then?" She asked sharply, with a knowning smile on her lips. Elisamaire was aware of everything that happpened within the household, despite what Monsieur Belmont might think of that fact. "But I suppose a little light supper wouldn't hurt." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ex_the_ambas216
2008-07-13 05:32 pm UTC (link)

"Not as often as he should." Léon replied, gesturing her towards the dinning room. She knew about Nell, the stupid woman was always letting him know she knew. And she had contacts on the Commitee, contacts would use against him and his unpatrotic and unchristian activities.

"I should hope a little supper would not hurt, Madamosielle. It is a sin to waste good food." He said, leading her into the room.

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	ascesis_ira 2008-07-13 05:37 pm UTC (link)
	Elisamaire settled into a chair as soon as they were in the room. Monsieur Belmont was a fine one to talk about sin with the pleasures he enjoyed, but she let that pass. "What are you having?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ex_the_ambas216
2008-07-16 07:32 am UTC (link)

"Coq au vin." Léon said, moving towards the drinks cabinet, finding two clean, crystal glasses, expertly shaped. "There is no dessert, I am afraid, but I am sure the cook will be able to find some sort of fruit and syrup if desired." There was no wine in the cupboard, he knew, but he opened it all the same and examined the contents. "Ah. Will you excuse me, Madamosielle? We seem to be lacking the vin." He offered her a slightly embarrased smile. "Forgive me."

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ascesis_ira
2008-07-16 11:07 am UTC (link)

She approved of the meal, chicken cooked in red wine might sound rich to those of an indisposed pallet but it was a simple, good meal of simple French stock. When one moved to a country where bread and dripping was considered simple, homely food it could hardly be surprising that they regarded even the peasant food as a gastronomic height.

"No wine? That is unlike you, Monsieur." She said, glancing over her shoulder at him.

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